#home tutor for science group

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Senku l. (before & after the stone)

Headcanons, sfw,nsfw, suggestive…

Author’s note: Senku is a fictional character he is canonically 15-16 in the beginning of the series and 17-18 by season 3 not taking account for the manga which he is older. If in the future I make works on characters you deem unfitting for the roll of nsfw fiction or suggestive works of while aged up feel free to block me! Also a reminder that this is a fictional character, made up of lines/pixels. Do not waste your time writing petty hate comments which I will remove and are a waste of your life which you will not get back. I choose to be delusional about fictional characters for my own satisfaction, good day!

Word count: a lot

Before the stone

Sfw

Senku is a bit more less responsible before the stone as he is allowed to act like a kid. He often spends his time in the school lab or at home and can be seen with is small group of friends. (Taiju Oki and Yuzuriha Ogawa.)

Love and romantic relationships are something Senku has found himself uninterested in his teenage years. Dedicating himself to his craft and love for science.

You can take science away from the man but not the science from the man. (You really can’t do either)

Senku has found people conventionally attractive to a specific statistical standard but not to him personally and probably won’t ever given he doesn’t have a common attraction to physical attributes.

Though through statistics he can still find someone who he would be generally attracted to physically. Someone with glasses, makes their interests obvious ex: paint on body all the time, a lab coat or constantly wearing something of their special interest would be people he gravitates towards.

(As someone who is neurodivergent in the worst ways I think half the cast is autistic or a Shokunin if you will a person deeply dedicated to their craft.) So someone as such will attract Senku not romantically of course but they will be bound to cross paths.

There are a multitude of ways you could meet you might never meet but to keep it simple I’m going to give you a multitude of possibilities to have rot in your head.

Being apart of the school’s science club is one way always spending time with him constantly in the science room after school.

Being a dumbass needed tutoring friends with one of his friends but not with Senku directly, or competing for higher grades, a good enemies to lovers. Maybe you’re even apart of the school’s science club making you and Senku acquaintances if anything.

Senku doesn’t back down from competition when it comes to brains but quickly when it comes to fights. Being rivals to Senku is a good asset in the stone world getting you to be one of the first few people to be revived truly testing if you’re book smart (can do it in theory on paper in school) and street smart (do it for real and faster than the time given in school).

Senku was hesitant more than he ever has been getting in a relationship with you. Being shy was simply not an option for him, he thought it was a waste of time often making him coming off as stiff and blunt.

A relationship of romantic interest with Senku will never be said nor be official. He will never say he loves you or that he likes you even give he believes actions speak louder than words. If you give him time you will see through subtle ways that he is attracted to you. 

He will ask you about things that don’t matter much: like should I choose this or that color the small things…

He’ll allow you to touch his hair if your one for pda, he won’t reciprocated often at most leaning into the touch out of pure comfort. He won’t push you off understanding that this is a love language (that did take him a while to understand.)

Senku’s love language is quality time and gift giving. This is more often seen in the stone world but it expressed as well before hand even more so if you’re a science nerd along with him.

He’ll be willing to conduct experiments with you along with share materials with you which is a rare thing for him being an only child never having to share much of anything.

I believe that Senku is aroace or at the very least ace. He can still have platonic love and relationships but isn’t fond of romantic ones being in a romantic relationship from his perspective is his treating you like a best friend practically treating you like a mixture between yuzuriha and Kohaku.

Suggestive

Anything remotely romantic would have to be initiated by you and 9/10 you’re going to either get pushed off. Or he just sits there waiting for you to get over with it. Something like the (kohaku kissing Senku scene in season 3)

For your sake he has experimented once or twice before with make out sessions or kissing to get you to do something (like get you to do an experiment with him.) any kind of physical touch from him romantic wise once again if not initiated by you. 

He’s a responsible enough person to know better than to have sexual intercourse at his age nor is he interested enough to risk it not that questions about it don’t cross his mind but we’ll explore those much later down the line.

Though he’s more likely to tease you occasionally and lean his arm atop your head if you’re short. Expect this more often if you have curly hair

If you have 4c or curly hair in general he will be near you more often especially if you’re a foreigner. Have issues finding hair products for your hair type in Japan? He got you give him a couple strands of your hair next thing you know he has a whole list of products for your hair and product sample packets surrounding him.

Nsfw

Sorry there is none Senku was not interested in sexual acts before the stone nor very much after.

Though he will ask you a lot of “inappropriate questions” but i promise you he’s just genuinely curious. And he’s not trying to infer anything he promises.

After the stone

As I said Senku’s love languages are gift giving and quality time. This becomes more apparent in the stone world. If you had something you held close best believe he will try his best to make it for you. If you’re an artist he’s make brushes and paint etc…

He’s a bit kinder and softer after the stone. People he has known longer therefore care for more he unconsciously takes them on more missions with him around or in a safe space.

If he knew you before the stone you’re likely to be one of the first people out of stone. Though if not you are an important asset and he sees you for your skills and talents so be grateful for that.

If you’re a creative type expect to be paired with Yuzuriha often. A martial artist or athlete expect Kohaku and Taiju.

What Senku appreciate most is people interested in his work, he loves experimenting and explaining his process even to those a who don’t understand so please entertain him for a while if you expect at friendship let alone a romantic relationship.

People who are aroace can have relationships but they can often be on sided in the romance department. It’s not that they don’t love platonically you they just don’t know how to react to that romantically or don’t want romance.(yall can choose if Senku is aroace or not) As long as you’re ok with that your relationship with Senku will be fine. (I’ll just write him as dense to love for yall though.)

Senku if he does love you will occasionally indulge in your romantic behavior and take this a complent if it was a last resort he wouldn't be against procreating with you. (it took him a lot to admit that so you better take it.)

Romantic relationships are often seen as an inconvenience given he doesn't see the need for them and doesn't think he could would be the best fit for something like that.

He true for the most part but he is able to be in a romantic relationship. It may not be as romantic as a you like but if he has an interest in you he will unconsciously do these things. Don't expect any hand-holding and kissing though.

The only way you could get him to hold your hand is for technical reasons like you not getting lost.

Suggestive

I do agree with the fact that Senku would experiment on his significant other and I think this would be more common before the stone but in small ways.

An unexpected romantic act to see how you respond.

He will use this advantage if gen tells him you like him or something for free labor but we won’t abuse it he’s not that mean.

The only way I could see a “relationship forming” Is Senku using you for labor and “paying you” with physical touch. Kisses, hugs and stuff, he likes you platonically but as time goes on he starts experimenting with you first it’s his far will you go for each type of affection. Then it’s soon how will you react to this or that. He says it’s not you that he loves but the reaction you make like a chemical reaction in your mind. Knowing his autistic ass it might be true but the way he acts makes you unsure.

Or maybe finding a girl smarter than him would rial him up he might see you as arrival at first. You guys could be partners, he swears he doesn’t love you, but the science you create the knowledge you know, that wrinkly brain of yours.

He tends to have a love for things rather than people in a way he loves science and the things people are good at their talents but maybe not themselves, he swears but he does establish relationships with characters like Gen and Chrome as friends so I’m sure he can establish a romantic relationship if we take this route.

Then I could actually get into how Senku would “experiment” with his “friend” this would create an friends with benefits kinda situation but it’s not like Senku sees it like that he just doesn’t have time for labels and probably wouldn’t care about it. Just don’t call him pet names because he doesn’t like it. The relationship would be private so the villagers don’t make a fuss, for as far was that would last with Gen around.

NSFW - ish

Let’s talk about Senku’s experiments

Of course you consented to this but you might know what your getting into 100%

It’s basically just a very handsy check up while he asks you questions you may or may not be able to answer.

Ex: “Are your breast sensitive? There is a high concentration of nerve endings present in that area, making them one of the most sensitive parts of the body. While he’s over here playing with them in every way imaginable. He’s going to continue to do this for every inch of your body and take an analysis writing how painful each part is and or sensitive.

So I’ll let you guys imagine that

Thank you for reading!!

[waitimcomingtoo]

Meet Me Behind The Mall

Pairing: shy!Peter Parker x popular!Reader

Synopsis: after getting ditched by your friends, you spend a day with Peter in the mall, who’s secret you recently figured out

Masterlist

In his peripheral vision, Peter could see a tiny piece of paper being pushed onto his side of the lab table. He curiously looked at it, then up at you. You nodded your head towards the note so Peter unfolded it.

“What’s the answer to number 7?” The note read. Peter glanced up at the professor before scribbling down the answer and passing the note back to you. You read his response and circled the correct answer. A few seconds passed when another note was passed across the table. Peter picked it up and opened it to reveal three hearts drawn around the words “thank u!”. Peter felt his face flush and looked over at you again. You gave him a thumbs up before going up to hand in your test.

After class, you caught up with Peter in the hallway and put your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Thank you so much for helping me in there. I counted up all the answers I was confident I got right and it wasn’t enough to get a pass. I just don’t get this unit.”

“You’re welcome.” Was all Peter could say. He thought about offering to tutor you or telling you he also struggled with the topic, but he felt too shy to get anything more out than a cordial response.

“I bet you did really well. You always do. God, I wish I was as good at science as you are. It’s just never come naturally to me. How do you always know the answer?” You asked him as you continued to walk together.

“Oh, I don’t know.” He shrugged and immediately scrunched his face in embarrassment. He wished he could be better at conversing with you, especially since you were always so nice to him. He saw a pack of your friends coming down the hallway and they waved you over, putting your conversation out of it’s misery.

“Bye, Peter. I’ll see you next class. Have a good weekend.” You waved to him as you ran to catch up with your large group of friends. He knew he should return the sentiment but instead stayed silent and gave you a pathetic wave back.

That night, the cheap alcohol of the frat party didn’t sit well with you so you headed home early. You were a pretty far walk from your dorm but felt too nauseas to get into a car. Instead, you started walking home and let the cold New York air calm you down.

“Where are you going, gorgeous?”

You felt panic drop in your stomach at the sound of a man’s voice somewhere in the darkness but kept walking to your dorm. The sound of footsteps behind you picked up behind you so you quickened your pace. You could still hear music coming from the party you had left so you knew people were nearby if worst came to worst.

“Hey. I’m talking to you. Where are you going?”The man asked as he caught up to you and walked beside you. You ignored him and tugged your jacket tighter around your body. He suddenly took you by the elbow and you froze in fear.

“Come on. Don’t be rude. Just give me a smile and I’ll leave you alone.” The man said with a sickening smile as he tried to get you to look at him.

“Please. I’ll give you whatever you want from my bag. Just leave me alone.” You pleaded and moved away from him. He snatched your purse from your hands and started to rummage through it.

“What the hell is this? This is just full of receipts.” He grimaced in disgust and pulled out a handful of crumbled receipts.

“I don’t want to throw them out in case I need to return something one day.” You said meekly.

“Do you even have a wallet? All I’m finding is lip gloss.” The man said as he picked up five different lip products from the bottom of your bag.

“Oh, I’m sorry you didn’t find a better person to rob.” You scoffed sarcastically. The man looked up at you with a primal look in his eyes.

“Oh, you think you’re funny? I don’t like girls who think they’re funny.” He said and gripped your elbow again. You tried to pull away but he was too strong. Before you could tell him to let to, Spiderman dropped down next to you. You cracked a smile at the sight of him and let out a sigh of relief.

“Sir, I hate to be the one to tell you this but that purse does not to with that outfit.” Peter sassed and moved his hands in dramatic exasperation.

“Huh?” The guy said and let go of you.

“Now, you better not have left a bruise on this lovely lady’s elbows or you and I are gonna have a serious problem.” Peter warned as he shot a web at the guys pants. He yanked them down and the man’s jeans fell to his ankles.

“Hm. I did not peg you for a boxers guy. Your whole vibe screams “Fruit of the Loom” tighty whities. Yet now I stand corrected.” Peter said as he tilted his head to the side. You covered your mouth and let out a laugh, making the man grow angry. He went to lunge at Peter but tripped over his dropped pants.

“Uh oh. Someone’s angry. Maybe your whities are a little too tighty.” Peter commented as he pinched his fingers together. You laughed again as Peter shot a web at your purse.

“I’ll take that.” He quipped and yanked the purse out of the man’s hands.

“Thank you!” Peter said politely as he caught your purse.

“Hey!” The man shouted.

“Hey?” Peter laughed. “You’re yelling at me like it’s yours.”

The man tried to lunge at Peter again and ended up falling flat on his face. Peter took that as his cue to wrap an arm around you and pick you up to swing you to safety. He landed a few blocks away and carefully put you down. You stared at him through the mask as he put you down, your faces just inches apart. Peter gulped and felt his entire face go red beneath the mask.

“Thank you, Spiderman.” You smiled softly at him as you slowly withdrew your arm from around his neck.

“You’re very welcome, miss. I believe this belongs to you.” He said as he put your purse back into your hands. Your eyebrows knit together suddenly in confusion and you let out a short laugh.

“Wait, Peter?” You asked, making Peter’s heart drop.

“Uh, what?” He gulped. “Who’s that? I’m your friendly neighbor Spiderman.”

“Right. Sorry. You sound just like this guy in my chemistry class.” You laughed and shook your head. Peter felt his blush spread all the way to his ears over you recognizing the sound of his voice. You ran in different circles at school, you being apart of the popular group of girls and him belonging to a small group of local nerds. That being said, your ever present kindness towards him left him to develop a small crush on you.

“Oh. Well, that’s not me. But he sounds really handsome.” Peter replied, making you laugh again.

“He is.” You nodded without an ounce of sarcasm in your voice. This piked his curiosity and he leaned in a little.

“He is?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely.” You nodded. “In a hot nerd kind of way. Like Spencer Reid. But kinda short. Which I’m not sure why I’m telling you now that I hear myself.”

“It’s okay. I like that show too.” He chuckled shyly. “He sounds really cool.”

“He is really cool. At least, I think he is. But I’m not really sure. Everytime I try to talk to him, he looks away.” You sighed like you were disappointed. Peter realized you were a little drunk and probably didn’t know what you were saying. Even if that was the case, it was still nice to hear.

“Maybe he’s just shy. And doesn’t know how to look pretty girls in the eye.” Peter said as he kicked a rock around with his foot.

“That’s a shame.” You smiled sadly. “Because I think he and I could be friends if he ever learned to look at me.”

Peter stopped messing with the rock and looked up at you. There was a smallness to you tonight that shone through your party dress and heavy makeup. Your typically bright hand bubbly demeanor was cloudy by something you weren’t telling him.

“Maybe he’ll start.” He told you.

“I hope so.“ You answered honestly. “He seems nice. I could use a friend like him.”

Standing under that streetlight, Peter noticed a sadness to you for the first time. You were usually in a circle of friends all wearing smiles but right now, you seemed completely alone down to your bones.

“So how was your night?” He asked in a quiet voice. You stared off into the distance as your eyes brimmed with tears suddenly.

“Do you ever feel completely alone despite being in a room full of people you know?” You asked him.

“I do, actually. All the time.” He answered. You looked at him and smiled sadly.

“Do really, Spiderman?” You asked with hope in your voice. It wasn’t that you wanted him to feel alone. You just wanted to know you weren’t the only one who felt that way.

“I do. Is that how you felt tonight?”

“I don’t know. I guess. Sometimes I make jokes and my friends all look at each other. And they all make this face as if they’re thinking the same thing. And what they’re thinking is that I’m a freakish alien who they’re embarrassed to know. That’s how I felt tonight.”

“Well that’s no fun. And you’re not a freakish alien. You’re very funny.”

“And you know that because you’re the cute guy in my chemistry class?” You asked with a hopeful smile.

“I’m not him. I’m just guessing that you’re funny. So maybe you are an alien. I don’t know. This is our first time meeting.”

“Right.” You rolled your eyes. “So how do you think you did on the last test? I actually feel pretty confident.”

“I don’t know because I didn’t take any test because I’m not the guy in your chemistry class. Now can I walk you home? It’s freezing out here and I have no jacket to offer you.”

“Sure, thanks. I’m this way.” You said and pointed in the direction of your dorm. Peter placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you towards your dorm.

“You should get a friend to walk with you next time you leave a party. It’s not safe to be out here by yourself. Especially with guys like that going around snatching purses.”

“I know. I asked my friends but they weren’t ready to leave yet.” You shrugged.

“And they let you walk home alone? Drunk? Sounds like you need some new friends.” Peter joked but you nodded in agreement.

“I know. But you know how friends can be. They still wanted to party. Why should I be their problem?” You shrugged again, making Peter frown.

“It’s not a problem to look out for you.” He said simply.

“That’s easy for you to say. You look out for everyone. It’s your job.” You reminded him.

“I’m not just saying that because of my job. It wouldn’t be a burden to take care of you no matter who I was.” Peter replied, making you stop walking. He looked at you and you looked that you had been waiting your whole life to hear what he had just said.

“Thank you.” You said with a fond smile.

“You’re very welcome.” Peter replied in an equally soft voice. You kept walking in comfortable silence until you reached the girls dorm.

“This is my dorm.” You told him. Thanks again for walking me home. And getting my purse back for me.”

“Anytime.”He nodded. “I just hope it doesn’t happen again. But if it did, you know.”

“You’d be here.” You finished his sentence.

“Exactly.” He smiled. “You can count on it.”

You couldn’t see the smile under his mask but you knew it was there. You held up your purse to show him that you had it before walking up a few of your dorm steps.

“See you at school?” You asked him.

“Don’t think so.” Peter chuckled. You squinted your eyes as if you didn’t believe him but eventually shrugged.

“That’s too bad. Good night.” You waved to him and walked the rest of the way up the stairs.

“Good night.” He called after you.

Once Monday came, you were determined to talk to Peter. You didn’t have chemistry that day so you’d have to find him elsewhere on campus. You knew he usually hung out in the library so you went there to check. Sure enough, he was at a table with his friends Ned and Miles.

“Hey, Peter.” You greeted as you walked up to him.

“H-hi.” He stammered. “What are you? I mean, how are you up? I mean, how are you? What’s up?”

“There we go.” Ned nodded. “I knew he’d get there eventually.”

“I’m good.” You replied. “How are you doing?”

“Ooo. Is this your girlfriend from chemistry class?” Miles asked as his raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Is that what you told them?” You smiled in surprise as you looked at Peter.

“No. I didn’t. I swear.“ He assured you as his entire face went red.

“He did show us the note you gave him.” Ned told you.

“Oh yeah. Three hearts. I didn’t realize you guys were so serious.” Miles teased Peter as he gave his friends a look that begged them to stop.

“I never said she was my girlfriend.” Peter whispered harshly to them. You could tell he was getting embarrassed so you played along to save him. You frowned and ran your fingers through his hair before letting your hand rest on his cheek.

“What? You didn’t tell them about us, baby?” You asked and titled your head to the side. Miles and Ned’s made surprised faces as Peters entire face went red.

“W-what?” Peter sputtered out.

“I’m messing with you.” You smiled. “But I do need to talk to you.”

“Oh, uh, okay. Sure.” Peter said and moved his bag so you could sit down. You looked at Miles and Ned and smiled timidly.

“Privately.” You clarified. Miles and Ned “oooo”ed as you walked away from their table and went into the hall.

“Dude, follow her.” Ned told him and pushed Peter up from the table. Peter nervously fixed his hair and got up to follow you.

“What’s up?” He asked once you were alone. You looked around to see who was watching before stepping closer to him.

“I just wanted to thank for getting my purse back for me. It’s my favorite bag. And my favorite lip combo was in there. You really saved me.” You said and squeezed his arm in appreciation.

“Oh, you’re welcome. Anytime.” Peter said waved his hand like it was no big deal. Your lips curved into a wicked smile and Peter realized his mistake.

“Shit.” He whispered as you jumped up and down and clapped your hands.

“I knew it!” You whispered. “I knew that was your voice!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said quickly.

“Yes you do.” You grinned and poked him in the chest.

“I really don’t.” He shrugged but he knew he was caught.

“Then why are you so flustered right now?” You folded your arms to ask him. Peter touched his burning cheek and debated telling you his face always did that around you.

“I’m not.” He lied.

“Your face is hot.” You pointed out as you touched a cold hand to his cheek.

“Psht. Your face is hot.” He scoffed and pushed your hand away.

“Thank you.” You said pointedly. “But you and I both know that I figured out your little secret. There’s no point in denying it now.”

“I don’t have any secrets. So you don’t know anything.”

“Come on, Peter.” You whined. “I’ve been waiting all weekend to tell you that I know. I wanted to text you but I don’t have your number and I couldn’t find you on Instagram. You have one, don’t you?”

“I’m not on social media.” He told you.

“Okay. That’s serial killer behavior but I’m willing to look past it if you confirm my suspicions.” You said and excitedly drummed your fingers on your chin.

“I’m not Spiderman. So I cannot confirm your suspicions.” He whispered for only you to hear. You smirked a little before shrugging.

“I guess you can’t.” You sighed. “It’s weird though, right?”

“What’s weird?” He wondered.

“That I never said you were Spiderman. I just thanked you for getting my purse.” You said with a coy smile. Peter hung his head in shame as he confirmed to you for the second time that he was in fact Spiderman.

“I knew it! I knew it was you. I even recognized the way you walk.” You said proudly.

“What do you know about the way I walk?” He asked with a shy smile.

“You walk really stiff like you’re holding two invisible briefcases.” You explained and demonstrated for him with a near perfect imitation of how he walked.

“What? No I don’t. Oh wait. Yeah, I kinda do.” He realized as he watched you.

“You definitely do. Now can you please just tell me I’m right? I’ve been thinking about it all weekend. I need to hear you tell me I was right.” You begged him as you put your hands on his shoulders. Peter playfully rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and sighed.

“You right.” He mumbled.

“Yes! I knew I was right!” You cheered. “Everything makes sense now. That’s why you’re always disappearing or yawning or bruised. You’re probably up every night getting girls purses, aren’t you?”

“Not always purses.” He instead. “Sometimes it’s bikes. And one time, a mean chihuahua.”

“Wow.” You said with genuine amazement. “So how long have you been doing this?”

“Since I was 15.”

“15? Damn. I was exhausted from working 4 hours a week at Kohl’s at 15. How do you do it? You must be so tired.” You frowned and rubbed his arm kindly.

“It’s tiring but someone has to do it.” He shrugged. “Just like someone has to hand out Kohl’s cash.”

“Thats true.” You chuckled. “And that’s a very selfless way to look at it.”

“Oh. Thank you.” He smiled shyly. “But please, you can’t tell anyone about this. Nobody else knows.”

“Duh.” You replied. “This is our secret.”

“Yeah. Ours.” He smiled and felt his face heat up at the mention of something belonging to only the two of you. Your moment was cut short by one of your friends coming up to you and completely disregarding Peter.

“Hey, girl. I need your notes from class today.” She said to you.

“Oh, sure. How come you weren’t there?” You asked her.

“Liz and I went got coffee instead.” She replied. Peter could tell you were hurt they didn’t ask you to come get coffee but you just smiled and nodded.

“I’ll text them to you.” You told her.

“Thanks. Let’s go to the library. I need you to look at my English paper and tell me if it’s good.” She said and nodded towards the library. You looked at Peter and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Bye, Peter. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” You told him before leaving with your friend.

“Why were you talking to that lesbian?” Your friend asked you as you walked away.

“That wasn’t a lesbian. That was my friend Peter.” He heard you tell her before going into the library. He watched you disappear and let out a little sigh. He knew he was going to over analyze that entire conversation for probably the rest of his life, or at least until the next time you spoke.

That weekend, Peter headed to the mall a few blocks from campus to do some wandering by himself since Ned was busying. He did a little shopping before taking a seat on the mall fountain to check his texts. He was so engrossed in his phone that he didn’t notice you walk up to him.

“Well, well, well.” You chuckled, making him look up at you and blush.

“It’s a fountain, actually.” Peter deadpanned, making you crack a smile.

“You’re stupid. Move over.” You laughed and sat beside him. Your knees were touching which made Peters face warm up the way it always seemed to around you.

“Should I be worried? I’m starting to think you might be stalking me.” He teased you.

“Excuse me? I was just walking around and saw you. You’re the one who keeps ending up placed I’m already in.”

“Sounds like something a stalker would say.” He said out of the corner of his mouth.

“You wish I was your stalker. Now come on, give me the haul. What did you buy?” You asked him and nodded towards his bag.

“Socks and boxers.” He smiled proudly and held up his items.

“Oh shit. You did not come to play.”

“I really didn’t.” He played along, making you laugh again. You stared at him for a minute with a fond smile and he stared back with a matching one.

“What?” He wondered.

“You’re talking to me.”

“So?” He laughed shyly. “You’re talking to me.”

“No, I mean, like. Full eye contact. And full sentences. Who is this man? I’ve been waiting to meet him forever.” You teased him and he playfully rolled his eyes.

“I guess it’s easier to talk to you now that you know my secret. You’re not as scary anymore.”

“I was scary before?” You gasped and pretended to be offended.

“Yes. Girls like you are very terrifying to me.”

“Girls like me?” You smiled coyly.

“Pretty girls who are nice to me. I really wish you were a giant snake or the multi-bear from Gravity Falls or something. That’s way less scary.” He insisted.

“You’d rather talk to the multi-bear than me?”You scoffed. “I have half a mind to forget about you and go stalk some other guy.”

“No, please. Stay. I forgot how awkward it is to shop alone and I still need to get a belt.” He pretended to beg and put a hand on your leg to get you to stay. You looked at the hand on your leg and cracked a smile at the unexpected contact from him.

“Well I would never abandon a man on a belt quest.” You replied, making him laugh.

“Thank you. What about you? What are you looking for?”

He could have said “shopping for” but that’s not what he meant. He wanted to know what you were looking for. You cracked a smile as if you understood what he was asking.

“Better friends, actually. Have you seen any?” You asked with a playful but sad smile.

“I just saw your friends in H&M.” He told you and pointed to the store. You shrugged a little and shook your head.

“Yeah. I saw them too. After they all told me they were busy today and couldn’t hang out.” You admitted without looking at him. Peter frowned and moved closer to you.

“They came here without you?”

“I asked them to hang out. They all said they couldn’t. But now I’m getting a sneaking suspicion there’s a second group chat that I’m not in.” You laughed but he knew it was fake.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

“I came here to cheer myself up and ended up feeling 200 times worse when I saw them all hanging out without me. I didn’t even say anything to them because I didn’t want them to feel bad for not inviting me. Not that they ever care when they make me feel bad.” You laughed again but it ended up in a sigh. You stared at your shoes for a second and Peter stayed silent.

“Girls suck.” You said after a beat. “Not always, of course, but when they suck, they really suck. They know how painful it can be to be the only one left out. But they still did it to me. I don’t understand why.”

“Neither do I. I thought those girls were your friends?”

“I don’t know. I kinda saw this coming.” You admitted. “I started to notice that I was always the one texting first. And always the one trying to make plans. And when they did text me, they were asking me for something. It was never just to check in on me.”

“That’s really hurtful. I’m sorry. I’ve been there too. It sucks when you realize that if you stopped reaching out to someone, you’d probably never speak again.” Peter replied, making you smile sadly at him.

“Exactly. Or when you wonder how long it would take them to notice if you stopped reaching out. And worse, wonder if they’d notice at all.”

“No one deserves to feel that way. Especially not someone as kind and considerate as you. You really do need new friends.” He nodded in agreement, making you genuinely laugh this time.

“We’re friends, right? Because I know your secret.”

“We can be friends.” Peter nodded, bringing a smile out of you.

“Thanks.” You told him and gave his shoulder a rub. Peter felt a sudden burst of confidence and decided to keep the momentum he had built.

“You’re probably gonna say no to this, but Ned and I were gonna get sandwiches and then build legos together tomorrow. You can come, if you’d like.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to give me a pity invite to your sandwich and Lego party.” You told him.

“It’s not a pity invite. I want you to be there. It would make me happy to have you around.” Peter answered, making you smile once again. It was the simple change from “you can come” to “I wanted you to be there” that made all the difference.

“Do you want to hang out with me today?” You asked him.

“Yeah. I do.” He said immediately. You stood up and held out your hand for him to take.

“Come on. Let’s go look at the home decor.”

Peter took your hand and let you pull him towards the home decor store in the mall. He awkwardly ran ahead of you so that he could open the door for you but it was worth it when he saw you smiling.

“Thank you.” You said curtly and walked inside. He followed you around the store like a puppy dog and listened to your commentary on the various throw pillows and wall art as if it was words from a prophet.

“This would be perfect for you.” You gasped and held up an old Halloween pillow that had a sequenced spiderweb on it along with a spider made up of mostly fallen off beads.

“Is my job a joke to you?” He laughed and flicked the pillow.

“I mean, I did see some funny videos of you online. How often do you miss your webs and fall into bushes?”

“Bushes are rare, actually. It’s usually car hoods and hot dog stands.” He admitted.

“Ouch.” You grimaced. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“No. Hot dog stands are really soft.” He said seriously. You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store.

“I love that I’m the only one that knows this about you.” You told him.

“You really do, don’t you?” He realized with an amused smile.

“Well, yeah. I always knew there was something about you and learning this vindicated me so hard.”

“Something about me? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You’re so allusive.” You shrugged. “Always disappearing and reappearing from places. Not on any sports teams but will never miss when throwing something into the trash from across the room. Knows all the answers in chemistry but never raises his hand. Ripped but hides it under Catholic school boy sweaters. I always wondered about you. Now I know.”

“Wow. You pick up on a lot of details. Nobody’s ever really noticed me like that.” Peter said as he looked at the ground so you wouldn’t see how flustered that made him.

“That you know of.” You corrected. “Because I noticed you a long time ago and you had no idea until now.”

“I notice you too.” He said as he looked into your eyes. You smiled at the eye contact and stayed looking at him.

“So, uh, were you just messing with me when you told Spiderman that you thought I was, you know.”

“A hot nerd?”

“Yeah. That.” He laughed shyly.

“I wasn’t messing with you.” You shrugged. “Or him. Either of you. I meant what I said.”

“So did I. I really don’t know how to talk to pretty girls.”

“We’re just regular people. Aside from our razor sharp teeth and detachable feet.”

“Why would you need to detach your feet?” He laughed.

“I don’t know but I used to have these dolls when I was younger where you’d yank their whole foot off to change their shoes. And they’d just have a little nub until you put new feet on them. God forbid you lose one of their shoes. Then they have no feet and had to walk around my dollhouse with nubs”.

“To be a woman is to perform.” He nodded along.

“Shut up.” You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store. You ended up buy some statue of an animal that you mentioned your mom liked to collect and Peter carried your bag for you into the next store.

“So who else knows about this secret? Besides us two.” You asked as you flipped through a clothing rack.

“My best friend. But that’s because he accidentally walked in on me in my suit. And my aunt. Who found out in the exact same way.”

“Sounds like you need to invest in a giant trench coat to cover yourself with when entering and exiting your room.” You told him.

“That’s a really good idea, actually. Do you think they sell those here?” He asked, making you laugh.

“So I was the first to figure it out?”

“You were. And now I’m really hoping it’s not obvious.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s obvious. I’m just very observant.”

“Of everything or just me?” He asked you.

“Just you.” You teased, making him blush again.

“What else have you observed about me?” He wondered.

“A few things, actually. You keep flexing your hand and I’m starting to think you’re working up the nerve to hold mine. That or you’re fighting the urge to punch me so I’m hoping it’s the former. I also observed that you haven’t checked your phone once since I found you and you’re letting me pick all the stores we go into.”

“Wow. And what do your observations tell you?”

“That you like me.” You said simply and continued looking at the clothes.

“What?” Peter sputtered. “No I don’t.”

“Says the boy who got my purse back from a burglar. Classic crush culture right there.” You clicked your tongue and shook your head.

“What?” He laughed. “That is not what I do when I have a crush on a girl. That’s just my job.”

“All right then. So what do you do when you have a crush?”

“Avoid eye contact and hope she likes shy tendencies. And open doors for her, obviously.” Peter said as he opened the door for you into the next store.

“Good to know.” You said and gave him a pleased smile as you passed him. He continued to follow you down the aisles of the store while holding your collection of clothes you wanted to try on.

“So why spiders? I’ve always wondered why you named yourself after arguably the worst bug of all time. Why not something more palatable like Lady Bug Man? Or Moth Man and then you could live under a bridge and spook people?” You asked as you handed him another dress for you to try on.

“It was a spider bite that gave me the abilities, actually. That’s where I got the name.” He explained as you disappeared behind a changing room curtain. You opened it up after a few seconds in one of the dresses you had taken off the rack.

“Really? I never would’ve guessed that. I’m learning so much right now.” You said as you turned around and moved your hair away from your neck. Peter blushed and picked up what you were implying and zipped the dress for you. You turned back around and gave him a grateful smile.

“What else do you want to know?” He asked with a shy smile. He usually categorized himself as shy and never wanting to be the center of attention, but right now he was hoping you had more questions to ask him. He liked being the center of attention when it was your attention he was getting.

“Why red and blue?” You wondered.

“Red for my mom’s red hair and blue for the car my dad drove.” Peter said out loud for the first time.

“Aw, Peter.” You pouted. “That’s really beautiful. I love that.”

“Thank you. I never told anybody that before.” He admitted.

“Hm. Something else just between us, then.” You winked at him before shutting the dressing room curtain again.

When you left that store, Peter opened the door for you on the way out with his free hand and held your bags with his other hand. As you walked through the mall, yours hands kept bumping against each others. It happened so many times in a row that Peter was starting to think he was doing it on purpose.

“You can, you know. If you want to.” You said without looking at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter lied as your hands bumped once again.

“Okay. Never mind, then.” You replied and kept walking. Peter decided to do something for once and took your hand. You didn’t say anything but smirked and gave his hand a squeeze. You stayed holding hands as you went to a few more stores and ended up back by the fountain. Through the streams of water, you suddenly spotted the very group of friends that had left you out.

“Oh God. It’s them.” You gasped and stopped short. Peter thought you were going to drop his hand but you didn’t.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked. “I can stick to the wall if that at all helps.”

“Well I’m definitely gonna need to see that at some point but not right now. I need to hide.” You decided and looked around for the nearest exit. During your search, you heard the sound of your friends laughing and it made your stomach drop. You didn’t want to run away anymore and pretend that the things they did didn’t hurt you. They did. And it was time they knew that.

“Actually, no.” You decided. “Why should I hide to make them more comfortable? They did something mean to me. I shouldn’t run away just so they don’t have to face what they did. I should go talk to them.”

“Let’s do it.” Peter agreed and you smiled. You blew out a nervous breath before walking up to the group of girls.

“Hey guys! So glad your schedules freed up.” You greeted them with a friendly smile. They all froze and either looked down at the ground or at you with stunned expressions. You took your time looking at every one of their guilty faces with an unamused expression.

“We were gonna text you.” Liz said quickly.

“Don’t even worry about it.” You told her. “In fact, don’t text me ever again. I deserve friends who include me. Not people who keep me around just in case they need something from me.”

“So what? You’re gonna ditch us to hang out with losers?” Liz scoffed and looked at Peter. You felt bad that Peter had caught a stray but he wasn’t phased.

“You’re the ones who just lost a good friend. And missed out on a fun day at the mall with the coolest girl in New York. So I’m pretty sure that makes you guys the losers.” Peter stated. Everyone, including you, was shocked to hear those words out of the notoriously shy Peter’s mouth. You looked at him and gave him a grateful smile.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “You guys are losers. You all say bad things about each other behind each other’s back and I’m sure you did the same to me so I can’t say I’m gonna miss this friend group. But I do have to thank you for ditching me or else I wouldn’t have found a real friend.”

“Who? This lesbian?” One of the other girls scoffed and gestured to Peter.

“Yeah.” Peter snapped. “This lesbian.“

“Now if you’ll excuse us, Peter needs to find a belt.” You said and walked away with Peter following right behind you. You didn’t drop his hand as you did a half walk half run through the mall as adrenaline rushed through you. Once you were far enough away from them, you stopped running.

“That felt good.” You said through an out of breath laugh.

“For me too.” Peter agreed. “And I was almost entirely uninvolved in that situation.”

“Come on. I wanna do the Photo Booth and immortalize this day.” You said and excitedly pulled him into the Photo Booth. Peter shut the curtain while you picked the boarder for the pictures, purposefully choosing one that had red hearts all over it.

“Okay. We only have five seconds between pictures so you have to pick your poses quickly.” You told him as the countdown began.

“But I’m so awkward. I don’t know how to pose.” Peter said as the countdown dwindled down.

“Just smile and look like you like me.” You said and pressed your cheek against his to smile for the camera. The camera flashed and you slung your arm around him for the next photo. The camera flashed again and Peter gulped.

“I do like you.” He said in a soft voice as he turned to look at you.

You looked at him and leaned in just as the camera flashed. You were still kissing when the fourth and final flash went off but you didn’t care. You pulled Peter closer by his shirt while his hands snaked around your waist. You pushed him away suddenly with a suspicious look on your face.

“Wait, do the webs, like, come out of your butt ever?”

“What? No.” He laughed. “They don’t come out of me at all. I built devices and developed a web fluid to shoot out of them. I don’t actually produce webs.”

“Oh. Okay.” You nodded and pulled him back into a kiss. He kissed you back for a moment before pulling away.

“Wait, would that have been a deal breaker if I did? Produce webs, I mean.” He asked you.

“I mean, I’d still like you but I don’t know if I could date a guy who could physically produce webs in his body. I just think that would really gross me out. Producing webs is I think where I’d have to draw the line.”

“So does that mean you’d date a guy who doesn’t produce webs?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Isn’t that every guy?” You pointed out.

“Oh. Yeah. I guess it kinda is.” He realized. “Well, would you date a guy who is far more likely to shoot webs from his butt than the average man? Given his spider themed career path?”

“Well, I don’t know. I never thought about that before.” You pursed your lips and pretended to give it genuine though. Peter playfully rolled his eyes at you and cupped your face to kiss you again.

“What do you think now?” He asked with your face still in his hands.

“I think I would.” You smiled and tugged his shirt to bring him back into a kiss.

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the neighborhood uncle. (1)

summary: after almost a year and some change of being the neighborhood children's nominated uncle, terry believes that it is high time to give the children an aunt.

pairing: terry richmond x dallas dubois (oc!)

content: fluff, allusions to nsfw acts, language, cuteness, slight angst if you squint, allusions to childhood trauma, mentions of death and mortuary practices.

note: this takes place in the 4evermore universe and the pair have been together officially almost two years during the events of this imagine.

a/n: evening! I hope everyone is fairing well during these...interesting times. I wrote this imagine the other day in almost one sitting after being inspired by a Instagram reel I seen yesterday morning. so please enjoy.

though I did edit this today, four hours post op from wisdom teeth removal surgery, so if there are grammatical errors…my bad. 😬

p.s: please feel free to comment, like, reblog, or send a letter with any rambles, questions, and more. I low-key need entertainment for the next few days in this bed y’all. 🥹

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For as sturdy and stoic as most onlookers took Terry Richmond to be due to the constant resting neutrality to his face, hardened physique by way of years training in the physical disciplines of the martial arts and US Marine corp, his somewhat reserved speech, and that overall demeanor that screamed 'I'm not for the fuck shit'.

There was always one group of beings who still have never deterred from dwelling in his presence. Those beings are children.

For whatever reason ever since his adolescence, young children had always had an unexplainable draw to Terry. And maybe it had been the eldest sibling energy he exuded or how somewhat mature he’d seemed from an early time in his life due to unfortunate traumas occurring before he was old enough to properly process them, leaving him no choice but to both accelerate parts of his growth and unknowingly stunt some of it as well. At points robbing himself of parts of his childhood. Blind.

But it was also part of the reason why it was so easy for him to attain his high school community service hours through tutoring younger students in math and science based subjects, and also why he had the prowess to continually lead himself and his underclassmen teammates to numerous victories on the court.

It was just unexplainably easy for him to get along with these beings. And why wouldn't it be. Children were honest, humorous, and most of all pure within intentions. All things Terry found himself striving to constantly be everyday.

And while children seemed to adore Terry to moon and beyond the stars, as quiet as it was kept, he too secretly adored them back. Never minding the company of a young soul to be a companion to his elder one.

Something that proved to still ring true on a random cool Sunday afternoon almost two years ago, as he was kneeled on the ground tending to the still growing patch of ivory begonias in the front yard of his new inherited home.

He'd been outside for quite some time working at pulling the aggravating weeds and sneaking dandelions away from his uncle's legacy when he felt the presence appear behind him.

Face already preparing to fix with a scowl at who could be interrupting this sacred time, he found his features immediately softening at the sight of the little tawny girl in front of him with her lavender glasses and barrette sealed pigtails hanging past her ear, perched on her little purple bike as she stared at him in curiosity.

He'd recognized her as Laila, the daughter of his down the way neighbor Deja McAdams, a widowed single mother and Liberian for one of the local middle schools. She’d also been classmates with Dallas in high school.

" Well hello there. " He offered a somber smile, taking a moment to reach over and wipe his hands of the dirt on them.

" Hi." She chirped.

Looking around at the slightly sparse sidewalks, he attempted to locate a sign of her mother or one of her elder brothers he could recall seeing a few times before turning back to her, " Say young lady. Where are your people? It's not good to be wandering around by yourself. Not safe."

" I wasn't by myself." She replied, pointing further down the street, " I was riding bikes with my brothers. But they left me cause' I couldn't keep up on a count I can't use my pedals."

Frowning and taking another look at the bike, he asked, " Why aren't you using your pedals? You know how to ride it, right?”

The young girl nodded before explaining, " Yes. Pedals don't work."

" I see." Terry hummed, slowly standing up to his full height and almost laughing when seen the expression of wonder appear on her little face, " You mind if I take a look at it?”

This earned him another nod as she carefully allowed him to turn the bike over and inspect it until he found the problem of her cracked bottom bracket as the culprit.

With a purposely dramatic deep sigh as he stood up, he watched the anticipation rise on her face, " Well?”

" Well. I think I might be able to fix this for you." He started, already piecing together what tools he needed grab from his kit for the job, " But only on two conditions."

" What? " She scrunched up, ready to hear his price.

" One, if I fix this you have to promise me that you won't be wandering alone again without your brothers or mama watching you, alright? If they leave you again, go home and tell your mama." He instructed and watched her nod.

" And two, you have to promise me that the next time you stop here for a visit, you won't ride your bike on Mr. Terry's freshly cut grass, okay." He motioned to the small tire marks that had begun to form on the ground.

" Oh! " She offered a sheepish smile, " Sorry!"

" Hey. That's alright. No big deal...this time." He playfully raised an eyebrow ensuing small giggles from his little hopeful dealmaker, " But does that mean we have a deal?"

"Mmmm..." The first grader paused to mimic a moment of thought like she'd seen in the movies she watched, before sticking out her hand, " Deal."

" Okay." He laughed, making sure to gently shake hers back, " Got our selves a deal then. Now show me where your mama is so I can explain to her what I'm about to do to your bike." He instructed, picking up the bike and following a chattering Laila all the way to her home.

From there visits from young Laila became frequent, whether to inquire about Mr. Terry fixing and upgrading something on her bike, using him as a willing audience for all of her pageant practice while he diligently carried on his yardwork, and eventually to sometimes say hello to the pretty funeral lady that sat with him somedays on his porch and offered sweet snacks.

It wasn't long before the other neighborhood children would hear from the jabbering princess all about Laila’s newly minted Uncle Terry, the Mr. Incredible like man who supplied big boy strength, laughter, and occasional baked goods he sourced from Dallas.

Soon they all found themselves gravitating to the house with the pretty white flowers by its mailbox. With Terry welcoming each and every one just the same until it fully evolved into Terry stepping into his role as everybody’s neighborhood uncle for the last year and some change.

To which he accepted, providing as much love, tender, discipline, and guidance as he could possibly give them. 

And just like that Terry found his porch quickly becoming a safe space for any and every child who stepped foot into the space that Terry had once worked tirelessly to restore alongside some of his colleagues when he decided to move in and refurbish the home his uncle had left him.

And whether haircuts were being given to a little head sitting on the stoop in the evening, helping with homework after school on the steps, refereeing street football games in front of the house, young voices gathering to debate who could take who across a multiverse of Anime shows, and even holding a small ted talk one evening to show some of the young boys how to brush their hair and tie a durag by the southern standard. Terry thoroughly enjoyed having little laughs, curious questions, and cheer around his house that helped him on those days when he felt the memories stuck in the walls and floorboards would consume him.

But it didn’t stop there, since the early summer had started Terry had attended…

Four spelling bees. 

Eleven basketball and soccer games combined. 

Two track meets.

Two school graduations. 

One state science fair. 

And even a Little Miss Peach Blossom pageant to watch little Laila participate. 

With Dallas accompanying him to witness the 6’3 ex-marine quietly cheer and whop with a large glittering sign in hand, amongst the sea of mainly older middle age women, with almost the same ferocity he would at a Hawk’s game. 

Though, she also unfortunately got to witness the display he’d later put on for her on the way home after Laila had taken home second place with a smile and a courteous polite wave just the way they’d practiced on his porch many times before, much to Terry’s disgruntlement. 

“ That’s okay, baby girl. Chin up.” He had patted her on the back while carrying her tired form through the venue’s parking lot for her mother, “ You were the prettiest little peach up there. Proud of you.” He affirmed the sleepy princess, before buckling her in, seeing them off, and then proceeding to throw a fit to his girlfriend in his truck. 

 “ That little girl who won had uppers in her kitten heels, baby! I saw it! And her tutu wasn’t all that. Couldn’t even do the full four step duchess twirl in it the right way anyway.” Terry huffed, peeling out of the parking lot, “ It’s step, twirl, blow a kiss, then regal wave!” 

“ That little girl blew a kiss first, then stepped, waved, and twirled. It’s wrong! Her routine was sloppy and her mama helped her with her question portion. Mouthing shit to her.” Terry fumed, while Dallas did her best to suppress her laughter at her boyfriend’s surprising investment and growing miniature tantrum that rivaled that of some of the actual toddlers they’d seen that day.

“ I told Deja , I think we should outta’ dispute this whole thing.” He shook his head, “ I wanna know how high up this shit goes.”

And at that statement Dallas decided to finally intervene, “ Terry, it was a beauty pageant for 3 to 10 year old's in the conference center of a Marriott, babe. Where the grand prize winner got $200 and a meal at the Cheesecake Factory.” She reached over to place a calming hand on his thigh, “ It’s not that serious, even Deja said so.”

Still that wasn’t enough to settle him, “  Dallas I don’t give a damn.” He fussed, “ That money could go in her college fund and you know that baby deserves her twenty five dollar spaghetti and piece of cold ass cheesecake.”

“ But that’s okay.” He nodded, tapping his steering wheel like Denzel in Training Day, “ We’ll be back for that crown. Believe that.” 

And with all that combined, it didn’t come as a surprise to Dallas when loud knocks began on the pecan colored door while she brushed her teeth. Hurriedly she went and swung it open to find ten young kids, big and small alike, rallied on her boyfriend’s porch at 10:30 on a Saturday morning, eager to collect their favorite person.

“ Well Good Mornin’ everyone.” Dallas chirped, adjusting the white silk bonnet higher on her forehead, “ How are all of you today?” 

A chorus of “ Morning Miss Dubois”, mixed with a couple “ Hi Miss Funeral Lady” and follow up responses of collective a “ Good” came from every which way, sending her into a fit of giggles at the adorable group of children in front of her. 

“ That’s awesome, you guys. Well what can I do for you brood of little mighty people this morning?” A promise ringed hand finding a home on her hip. " And unfortunately before anyone asks, I don't quite have any treats today. Sorry, maybe next weekend."

The comment sending a wave of temporary pouts and mumbles of disapproval through the crowd until a voice rose above to bring them back to a focus.

“ We’re looking for Uncle Terry, ma’am.” One of the eldest, Morty, stepped forward, “ He’s supposed to be taking all of us in his truck to the basketball court this mornin’ for practice.” 

“ We were also promised snacks!” Another voice in the back added among the mutters of agreeance as Dallas could recall large assorted Powerade packs and chip boxes on the backseat floor of his truck.

“ Oh I see.” She nodded, glancing at each individual little face, that all held the same excitement, “ Well, he’s just getting up right now. He got home a little later than usual from work last night and was tired, so he slept in a little bit. But let me go grab him real quick so he can give y’all your rundown for the day. Stay right here.”

She had coached them, before walking toward the back end of the house to go and awaken her lightly snoring boyfriend. 

“ Bubs.” She lightly shook his shoulder, leaning down to place a kiss to his sleep line marked face.

Damn he was sleeping good. 

“ Bubba.” Her shakes increased in force, “ Baby you gotta' get up.” Still her attempts were met with minimal noise or movement, meaning she had to up the ante.

Deciding to begin nipping at what skin the large forest green blanket didn’t cover, she had just made it to his neck when he decided to roll onto his back, instincts having him reach out and wrap his arms around the young mortician to guide her on his chest to hold her close.

“ Mmm.” He hummed, “ Baby I love you. But I need five more minutes before I’m cognizant enough to rock your world, girl.”

“ Oh my—” She huffed, taking in his smug sleepy smile, “ I didn’t wake you up for that, sir.” 

Her fingers began to lightly play with the gold chain that sat idly on his bare chest, “ I woke you up because there are about ten kids on your front porch, all dressed up in their little basketball gear, asking for you.”

At this information, internally Terry groaned from fatigue, but on the outside his soft smile grew a couple more inches wide at the thought of his little group of miniature humans looking for him.

“ What time is it? “ The question escaping with a yawn. 

“ A quarter to eleven.”

“ Damn.” He sighed, reaching for his phone to confirm her statement. A picture of Dallas smiling big on a playground swing appeared behind the correct white numbers on the screen, “ You let me sleep this late?” 

“ You were tired.” She reasoned, pushing her face into the crook of his neck inhaling in his natural musk, “ You did almost ten hours in the hot ass Georgia sun on that site yesterday. You needed the rest.” 

“ Mmm.” He hummed, running his hands up and down the grooves of her back, “ Still am.”

“ I know, Bubs. But—”

B A N G  B A N G  B A N G! 

The loud and erratic pounds against the door were soon accompanied by distant loud but small voices beginning to fill with impatience.

“ C’mon you gotta' get up. They’re getting antsy cause I told them you were already up, so you gotta' hustle. Your disciples await you.” She teased, leaning up, amused at the frown on his face,“ What?!” 

“ Don’t say it like that, baby. Like I’m forming a cult of the neighborhood youth.” 

“ No, maybe not that.” Dallas got up to her feet, moving around to collect her things, “ But they do worship the ground you walk on. You know that. “ 

“ And for why. I don’t know. I’m just regular ole’ me.” He shrugged clambering to his feet to stretch out his long and tired limbs. “ Nothing special.”

Reaching on the floor for his wife beater he’d discarded from himself at some point in the night from overheating, he casually walked by a bent over Dallas, administering a firm tap to her backside as he exited the room as his form of a proper “Good Morning.” 

Trudging through the hall to the front door, he took a deep breath before swinging it open and being met with the instant chaos that ensued when too many overly hyper voices began to speak all at once about a hundred different things. 

“ Aye’ whoa whoa whoa.” He held up both hands, “ Wait a minute now.’ Y’all are too amped up and some people around here are still trying to enjoy sleeping in. So let’s be mindful of that.” His laugh came out in a deeper register as the remnants of sleep still lingered in his voice.

“ Everybody take a deep breath, one.” He instructed, watching as each kid took in a deep breath to hold for thirty seconds, “ Then let’s exhale, two.” 

“ Repeat, one more time. And inhale, one.” 

“ And exhale, two.” He said, watching the now settled down bunch carefully.

“ Okay. Now. Good Mornin’ y’all. Y’all sleep good? Ready to put some work in on the court?” 

“ Yeah! “ They answered in unison, with Jamison Kimber being the one to point out,“ Told us you’d be ready at eleven. It’s…Eric what time it is?” 

He asked his peer who carried the digital Pokémon watch on his wrist, “ It’s 11:14.” Eric informed, pushing up his matching classes on his nose. 

“ Yeah. Which means you’re late.” Jamison pointed out, ensuing a string of after comments that made Terry grin with how goofy and entertaining they were at attempting to be disgruntled.

“ I know. My fault. My fault. My fault. Add some push ups on for my lateness once we hit the court.” He said, sticking to his own rule he’d previously set for them. 

“ I woke up late. And I still need some time to get ready. So while I’m doing that, why don’t y’all step in the front yard and start some stretches and warm ups for 45. Then I’ll be ready to roll, alright.” 

Looking toward the only girl in the brigade, whose game was better than most of her male peers surrounding her, Terry pointed in her direction.“ Goose is gonna be the caller and timer.” 

“ So listen to her, alright. Because if I come back out and Goose tells me someone gave her a hard time we’ll have to cancel and try this again next week.”

“ Can everyone dig that?” He called out.

“ WITH A SHOVEL! ” They all gleefully responded. 

 Terry flashed all 32 of his teeth at the brood of children who quickly threw down their bags before racing to form a line in the front yard and begin their light stretches as told. 

Dallas watched him shut the loud screen door behind him and he stop in his tracks when he spotted her standing there looking at him with a wide dopey smile on her face. 

Eyebrows raised with a nervous smile, he questioned her appearance, “ What?” 

“ Nothing.” She grinned, shaking her head and throwing up her hands in playful defense, “ Just admiring how good Uncle Terry is with the neighborhood kids. They really do adore you, babe.” She walked over, wrapping her arms around her his waist and leaning up for a sweet peck to his cheek that he happily reciprocated with about four more of his own. 

“ I adore them too. Most days.” He added, “ When they’re not being mouthy, fighting each other, or all smelling like a fresh onion patch. They aight’.”  

“ It’s a couple of them though, whose parents I’ve been meaning to ask for permission to have a conversation about hygiene with their kids. Because with the hotter it keeps outside…Ouueeee.”  Terry goofed, shaking his head. “ Cannot have my truck smelling like a damn farm all summer.” 

“ Well I’m sure they’d be okay with it. It takes a village, babe.” Dallas said resting her head against his chest just as Terry’s eyes caught where all her bags sat packed and ready to go.

“ You leaving? “ His pout instantaneous, not bothering to hide the natural little hint of disappointment in his voice at the prospect of his favorite girl leaving him. 

Because if he had his way, she would never go. A thought that reminded him that he soon needed to reignite an important shelved conversation between the two of them.

“ Yeah.” She sighed, “ I’m gonna go a head’ and mosey on home. Need to get started on my list for the day.”

“ Gotta' feed Grimmey and then get started on some paperwork in my home office for the Grangier case before I head into the hospital later to assist on an autopsy.” 

“ Oh? That sounds interesting. What, no bodies for you at the home today?” His hand, unconsciously softly kneading parts of her backside.  

She shook her head pulling away from his embrace, “ Nope, we got two new ones yesterday but Macy is gonna embalm them this morning. She should actually already be done with the first one by now and starting on the second, which is why I offered to be an assistant at the hospital. For the hours.” 

“ Right. And how long will that take?” 

“Uh…for a whole procedure…It’s about four hours give or take. It’s a family requested one so we might run a bit over. But we’re starting at two. So I should be done and home showering by seven thirty.” She zipped the top of her Vera Bradley duffel closed. “Why? You need something?” 

“ Nothing too crazy.” He shrugged, “ Was just hoping you’d be open to spending the night again. Mainly so I can return the favor from last night.” 

With the favor being that after hearing how agitated and tired he was in the middle of a rather grueling work day on site managing a new build that wasn’t quite coming along right through a brief phone call exchanged on her lunch, Dallas had shown up extra early to his house before he got home with a refreshed  ‘spend a night bag’ from her previous visit. 

And supplies purchased from the local grocer, which included food that turned into a meal that delighted Terry’s senses the second he dragged his poor aching body through the front door. 

As well as herbs and bubble bath that she mixed together with some epsom salt he already had lying around. So that after she fed him his nice home cooked meal of Mississippi pot roast, through much sleepy negotiations with the testy bear she had managed to coax him into a bath for him to marinate in her mixture while she washed the day off his body.

Then to seal the deal she had guided him to the bed and moisturized him down while searching for and massaging any sore muscles or strained ligaments. And finally, after that it wasn’t much else to do but to clothe the sleepy giant and lay him down for a well deserved rest. 

“ Bubba, you don’t have to do all that just because I did.” Dallas reminded him, “ I didn’t do all that cause I was expecting anything in return, I did it because I love you.” She affirmed, unknowingly sending waves of warm bubbly feelings shooting through his chest when the three letter phrase he could never get tired of her saying met his ears. 

“ I know that, baby.” He smirked, taking in the absolute blessing he found his girlfriend to be, “ But that still won’t sway me away from doing the same for you. You deserve it.”

And deserve it she did. Because for as hard as Terry felt he worked to keep his family’s business running smoothly, he believed that he watched Dallas work almost ten times as hard with her being a young black female owner of a generational critically acclaimed and highly lucrative mortuary business that has three locations spanning between two states. All whilst also keeping her autopsy assistant certification active at the hospital and constantly traveling to attend a plethora of different black business expos and other conferences who sought her attendance.

But what always seemed to amaze him the most was that with everything she constantly handled on a day to day basis, it was somehow like she never missed a beat in her personal life. Always managing to be a stable presence in the lives of her loved ones, including Terry’s. Which constantly made him proud at how effortlessly she kept it all together in her Manolo Blahnik heels that no other person in existence could ever dare imagine to try and fill.

My Mrs. Incredible. He thought.

“ Terry…if I come over that’ll make three nights in a row.” She pointed out, “ I dunnoooo.” She dragged, collecting her bags. 

Immediately his previous smile downturned into a slight scowl at her hesitation, “ And…” 

“ And…people talk, Terry.” Dallas sighed, “ It’s already not a good look that I stay here overnight anyway and vice versa when you’re at my place.” 

“ I just don’t want anyone thinking we’re getting ready to shack up with one another is all.” She confessed, nervously swaying where she stood. 

“ And by shack up, you mean us, together.” He motioned between you two, “ Happy and learning how to get comfortable sharing space a with each other for the next forever.”

His comment triggered an eyeroll, “ Terry. You know how I feel about us living together before we’re married, babe. I just don’t feel comfortable with that.” 

“ Oh?” His eyebrows raised toward the ceiling as he said, “ Well say less. Cause we can go right up to city hall first thing Monday morning. Don’t take nothin’ to obtain some paperwork.”

“ Terry!” She chided.

“ Boo! “ He fired back. “ C’mon now. I need you to remember that the only reason you’re not walking around her with a new ring on your finger is because YOU wanted to wait. And I’m doing my best to respect that. But you know had it been up to me, we would've been biblically bound to each other a year ago.”

Still she shook her head and folded her arms across her chest, “ No, that’s not just it. And you know it’s not just me, Terrance. Because you and I both know one of the main reasons is that you and I both know I deserve a better proposal than what you offered me that night out of fear and adrenaline fueled guilt.”

“ Each of us deserves that much at this point.” She concluded.

With her point being one that the two of them could easily agree on. With parts of Terry still regretting his feverish and rash attempt at a proposal on the night of their reconciliation almost two and a half years ago.

Though, it was in the past now, and all Terry could do now was move along with his new plans of the proposal of her dreams, just the way they deserved.

But until then, he’d focused on getting to the bottom of her real reasoning for not wanting to combine households. Because he’d had enough practice at this point to spot a pretty little pageant answer when it was presented to him, and he just knew in his gut that there was something Dallas wasn’t providing.

“ I know, Precious. And I hear you.” He affirmed her with a smile before returning to the original topic at hand, “ But, baby . What is it really though? Huh? Because it can’t be the premarital sex part.” He mused, mind beginning conjure up theories.

“ Because if that’s the case, then I hate to tell you, baby. But we’re way past that point. As evidenced by the way you let me bend you over my bathroom sink the night before last and slow stroke you in the mirror after WE got out of the shower together.”

“ Terrance.” She gasped, going to lightly slap his chest, “ There are children out—

“ Bonnet on and all as I remember.” His laughter cut her off, catching her hand and kissing it before pulling her into him once more. 

“ Terry.” She whined, “ You need to stop playin’ and go get ready before they all appear at the door again. But this time with intent to jump you for wasting time. Those tiny fists will hurt too.”

“ And you need to stop avoiding this conversation.” He quipped, offering her a sincere look and silently hoping to convey just how serious he took the matter.

“ Plus they’ll be alright. Even if that happens you can mend me up tonight after dinner while we have a discussion about your real qualms about our respective living situations possibly becoming one.” He followed up. 

“ Boy! There is no other damn qualm—mmm.” The words passing her lips were cut short when he dipped his head to attach his there instead. Opting for a steamy and silencing smooch.

“ Sweet lips. Taste so good.” He pulled back, “ I’ll get another taste when you get here at 7:30, Precious, alright?” 

When she didn’t say anything and instead continued to glare up at him angrily pouting, his hand made its way to her ass, giving her a timid smack of encouragement, “ Dallas...” He softly sang, head dipping to now place a kiss to her cheek while muttering, “ You know wanna lay in my arms tonight. Nowhere else you’d wanna be, girl.”

Oh, on the contrary.

She could have easily thought of a thousand and one other places she could think of being tonight rather than humid and hot ass Georgia. Yet it was true, she still couldn’t imagine any of these places feeling as good or being more appealing than the warm embrace of her Bubba.

Which is why her mouth found itself surrendering and releasing the words for her agreement just the way he’d wanted.

“ Good.” The smug smile sat on his face, the polar opposite of Dallas’s begrudged frown, “ I look forward to you coming home to me.”

His words doing well to somewhat chip at her attempts of putting up a shallow, almost dry wall, between them in this matter.

“ On second thought give me another kiss goodbye before I watch your fine ass walk out this door to hold me over while I haul these damn kids around all day.” He groaned.

“ Good Grief, Terrance. Go shower. Now!”

[vasel1ne]

college au! chrysos heirs headcanons

- aglaea, tribios and cipher who move into a share-house slightly away from campus in their first year of university; despite not knowing each other at all

- aglaea, tribios and cipher who call their share-house the “chrysos heirs abode” after the late owner, kephale chrysos

- cipher who is on a track scholarship, but seems to barely scrape through every academic requirement needed from her

- cipher, who spends a lot of her time alone training, in the gym – a large portion of her friends are from international track meets

- tribios who intentionally makes more food than she needs to, leaving leftovers for aglaea when she comes home after her busy day, and for cipher after a long day of training

- cipher who finds comfort in aglaea’s and tribios’ company on friday love-island nights – often falling asleep cuddled up in either of their laps’

- aglaea who is political science and international relations dual major

- mydei, castorice and anaxa who move into the share house when aglaea, tribios and cipher are in their second year

- aglaea and anaxa who do not share a SINGLE similarity and seem to be at each other’s throats constantly

- taste in food? sweet and savoury. favourite movie genre? romance and mystery. sexuality? fem lesbian and gay twink.

- phainon and hyacine who move in the year after the second group

- aglaea who is phainon’s upperclassman, tutoring him in areas he needs improvement (she doesn’t say it out loud, but she really does enjoy the small moments like these with him – he is also one of the best learners she knows)

- aglaea, hyacine, anaxa and phainon who spend a lot of their nights studying at the share-house’s dining table

- cipher who carries every single one of them to their respective rooms (yes even phainon)

- hyacine who organises a night every week where they come together and make dinner

- the chrysos heirs who share their clothes (most commonly: anaxa with cipher and vice versa, hyacine with aglaea, and tribios with mydei)

- it’s mydei’s favourite thing of the week, he tries to shrug it off and make it seem like he doesn’t care all that much but he does – going out of his way to grab the groceries for it each week

- (one of his favourite dinner’s was when everyone was making pizza from scratch– he recalls the way tribios and anaxa carefully measured out the ingredients for the dough and the way aglaea and phainon had swiftly kneaded it with their hands. he recalls how castorice’s nimble fingers wrapped around his wrists gently when showing him how to cut the tomatoes evenly. mydeimos recalls how hyacine had laid out the toppings on the marble counter, giving personal input to cipher who was flicking through their shared netflix account)

- poor hyacine who walks in on phainon and mydei getting hot and heavy when they failed to hear her calls for breakfast

- aglaea who is like enrolled into so many curriculars with the okhema university that she is practically famous on campus – she is students council’s leader after all

- cipher who works part time at a local cafe and makes everyone’s orders at home with her barista skills

- mydei who walks around the house with his shirt off 99% of the time, which initially startles a flustered castorice and a slightly disgusted aglaea

- mydei who complains about his neck, head and hands being cold in the winter but still wanders the house shirtless?? (how does that even work)

- with the help of aglaea’s sewing skills, tribios’ knitting skills and anaxa’s careful fabric selection they all made mydei a matching set that included a scarf, beanie and gloves

- needless to say, he wore it for the whole of winter

- castorice who finds joy in planting flowers and various vegetables and fruits in the backyard – pouring the very essence of love into her work

- castorice who very proudly presents the assortment of berries she has grown in the backyard, with sparkling light in her eyes and a beaming smile

- phainon who surprises both her and the other chrysos heirs with a cake he made using said berries, much to castorice’s delight

- hyacine who, in her health sciences major, uses everyone’s body to revise human anatomy by pointing or poking at various parts of their body in random moments

- cipher asleep in her lap? she is muttering to herself. mydei chomping on some lucky charms for breakfast? she is poking at his humerus. tribios is just typing something on her phone? she says, “did you know the primary bone that touches your touchscreen is called the phalanges?”

- tribios who spend the first three years of uni crocheting this massive communal blanket for the living room, using the heirs’ favourite colors for its base

- anaxa whose one of many contributions to the share house is the three tubs of ice cream he buys for everyone each week

- one salted caramel, for aglaea, hyacine and cipher, one french vanilla for mydei and castorice and one strawberry for phainon, tribios and himself

a/n: i hope this is legible!! if you enjoyed and want to hear more let me know :)

[glowettee]

✧ pre-med extracurriculars: for my future doctor angels ✧

hi my lovely pre-med angels!! 🤍 it's mindy hereee!

today's post is extra special because so many of you have been asking about extracurriculars for medical school!! if you know, my ultimate dream is to become a doctor, i'd love to either be a psychiatrist or a cardiologist, so anything medical-related is my favorite cup of coffee!! i'm literally so excited to share this comprehensive guide that will help you shine on your future applications. this post is for you if you're in high school or college, this guide will be your bestie through the journey!!

~ ♡ for my precious high school sweethearts ♡ ~

hospital + healthcare volunteering (my absolute fave!!) • aim for 100-150 hours minimum • try different departments to explore • build relationships with nurses + staff • pro tip: volunteer during summer break for more hours • keep a reflection journal of your experiences • bonus: ask for recommendation letters if you connect well!!

research opportunities • reach out to local universities • email professors about summer programs • join science fairs with medical projects • create your own research project • tip: start with literature reviews if labs aren't available • document everything for future applications!!

leadership + school involvement • start a medical interest club • lead health awareness campaigns • organize blood drives • create mental health support groups • join science olympiad • participate in biology competitions • personal story: i started a "future doctors club" + it literally changed my life!!

~ ♡ for my darling college angels ♡ ~

clinical experience (super important!!) • medical scribing (literally the best!!) • certified nursing assistant (CNA) • emergency medical technician (EMT) • phlebotomy certification + gain a bunch of different certifications online • medical assistant • tip: aim for 200+ hours minimum • pro secret: try different specialties!!

research involvement • join multiple labs if possible • aim for publication opportunities • present at conferences • write abstracts + papers • network with graduate students • maintain good relationships with PIs • secret tip: join journal clubs!!

leadership positions • pre-med society officer • tutoring coordinator • mentorship program leader • research team leader • volunteer coordinator • tip: create new positions if none exist!!

~ ♡ extra special activities for everyone ♡ ~

medical mission trips (life-changing!!)

start a health education blog

create medical awareness social media

join medical podcasting

organize health fairs

volunteer at free/non-profit clinics

shadow different specialists

join pre-med summer programs

work as a pharmacy technician

volunteer at nursing homes

organize medical supply drives

create health education programs

~ ♡ my personal tips + secrets ♡ ~

quality over quantity always!!

maintain each activity for at least 6 months

document everything (literally everything!!)

take lots of pictures (for memories + portfolio)

get contact info from supervisors

keep detailed reflection journals

network with other pre-meds

create spreadsheets to track hours

always ask for recommendation letters

maintain professional relationships

~ ♡ time management secrets ♡ ~

use google calendar religiously

block schedule your activities

don't overcommit (seriously!!)

maintain 2-3 main activities

rotate seasonal activities

leave time for self-care

schedule study breaks

plan one year ahead

keep backup activities ready

remember my loves: medical schools want to see dedication + passion!! don't just collect activities like pokemon cards (even tho that would be cute). focus on meaningful experiences that truly speak to your heart!!

pro tip: start a bullet journal to track your journey!! include your thoughts, feelings, and learning experiences. future you will literally cry happy tears when writing your personal statement!!

also!! please please please remember that your mental health comes first!! it's okay to take breaks, it's okay to say no, and it's absolutely okay to prioritize self-care. you'll be a better doctor if you learn these habits now!!

sending you the biggest virtual hugs + all my love!! you're doing amazing sweetie, and your future patients will be so lucky to have you!!

feel free to send more asks if you need specific advice!! i'm always here to support my precious future doctors and followers i call my sweetheart community!!

xoxo, mindy 🤍

p.s. remember to hydrate, get enough sleep, and take your vitamins!! doctor's orders!! <3

p.p.s. i'll be sharing more detailed guides about each activity soon, so stay tuned my loves!!

btw, if you need personal study advice or anything, submit to glowettee hotline 💌: https://bit.ly/glowetteehotline

[mayreads3011]

The Librarian - Jason Todd

note: we all know that Jason's the biggest book nerd, lets be real he would totally be a librarian

posted: 06/03/25

word count: 811

LibrarianJason! decided to go back to school after his experience in the pit. He gets his GED, then a Diploma in Library and Community Services, and is still studying for his Masters in Literary Studies while he works at the library. Probably also getting a number of certificates on the side in things like, creative writing, gender studies, support worker, teaching, and so many more. Jason would be what others call a forever student, moving from one course to another, following his interests and always learning.

LibrarianJason! stole Bruce's bank details and made a generous donation to Gotham's public library on his behalf. Buying all new books, computers, security, furniture and just revamping the entire building in general. The library is now the most well run building in the city because Jason makes it his job to protect and take care of it.

LibrarianJason! would take books with him wherever he went, in a large overflowing satchel that seemed too heavy for anyone to carry. When he's over at the manor he'd always find his satchel opened, a few books missing, and then the next time he'd visit they would be magically returned. Over dinner he would ask them all what they though of the books. Dick would rant about how the thriller he read had the best plot twist. Tim would explain the awesome computer system that a character had in his science fiction book, and how he might try to recreate it. Bruce will mention that he just re-read Dickens for the hundredth time and Alfred would thank Jason for the nonfiction book on roman history. Damian would not mention what he read until much later when no one was around, he would sneak into Jason's apartment so that they could discuss the latest Jane Austen that he had read. Jason started to fill his satchel with books he's think everyone would like whenever he went over to the manor.

LibrarianJason! created and leads community programs like reading and writing skills, tutoring, computer and financial literacy, jobseeker or homeless support and many more. Not to mention running groups such as AA and NA, PTSD support, mental health support, cancer support and many others. He takes pride in helping his community this way, whether by teaching an 11 year old how to read or telling people about his experience with his mum and the affect that drugs had on their lives.

LibrarianJason! is the best at organising events. He manages weekly food banks and lunches in the library cafe, usually spending the evening before prepping and cooking with Alfred. He organises book fairs for schools and clothes drives, creating hampers for those he knows can't make it and delivering it to them himself so that they don't miss out. He even puts himself out of his comfort zone by organising a yearly gala with Bruce in order to raise money for the library.

LibrarianJason! runs about 12 books clubs a month, from ones about classic literature to science fiction to romance, and he reads every book required. He enjoys sitting down with people and having in-depth discussions on themes and characters, as well as getting to gush over a swoon worthy romance or a really good plot twist. But what he loves most is watching people eat his plate of home made biscuits or desserts, a new recipe each month.

LibrarianJason! reads picture books to kids for a few hours every Saturday and Sunday so that the parents can have a break. He'd sit on a beanbag chair and at least six kids would try to launch themselves into his lap, he'd end up reading the books with a kid hanging off each arm as the rest sit at his feet in anticipation. There are about 25 kids who run up to him whenever they see him on the street to request a book for the next session. Jason always reads what is requested.

LibrarianJason! stays back after work most nights to let a group of homeless kids in so that they have somewhere warm to stay for the night. He'd get them all dinner (usually a bat-burger) and give them all a blanket, setting them up on the couches, before reading them a bedtime story. After they'd all fallen asleep Jason would go out on patrol but never venture too far from the library, just incase.

LibrarianJason! may only be a librarian but to the people of Gotham he's much more, he's the one they turn to when they need help, and thats all that Jason has every wanted.

LibrarianJason! when he gets a free moment, will find the darkest corner of the library and sit with his back against the wall and a book in his lap, enjoying the few moments of escape before getting up and going back to the job that he loves.

[svnnyd4ys]

The Leftenmost Window characters in a (modern) British school

(this is based off of my school, so yk might not be accurate for everywhere ofc)

SALLY XAVIER - she is one of the netball girls (PE teachers love her) - "You going shops at break?" - in year 10 (9th grade) - took PE, Food Tech, Art and Geography GCSE (a lot of coursework) - she and her netball gang basically occupy one of the girl's bathrooms in the geography block every break and lunch - very good at maths/sciences, doesn't try but still manages to get good results, so even when she isn't paying attention, the teachers don't really get mad at her - has about 5 Victoria's Secret or So...? body sprays in her bag at all times - always accidentally leaves her food tech ingredients at home - always gets called Samantha by teachers (even though they don't really look *that* similar) - nice when she's not with her netball friends, but will ignore you if she is - spends a lot of time in her head of years office because she gets overwhelmed by everything very easily, and her HOY is her biggest support system - her school tie is criminally bad (it starts off good but as soon as she gets into the school building, she gets 'swot-knotted' and gives up) and she never wears her blazer

SAMANTHA XAVIER - used to be a netball girl, but quit in year 11 (unlike Sally, she wasn't close with the people on her netball team) - "Who took my lanyard?" - in year 13 (final year of high school) - took English Literature, English Language and Biology for her A-Levels - suffers from migraines and spends a lot of her time in the medical office/listening services because they're the quietest places in school - building on that, she has an LSS pass which means she can take breaks from lesson if she needs and the teachers aren't allowed to stop her - passed all of her GCSEs apart from German (she took Computer Science, German, Drama and PE) - has been going out with Egbert since year 10, because they were in the same GCSE Drama group - pretends not to know Sally in the hallways, but will go into Sally's classrooms to drop off bags and any books that she forgot by loudly announcing it and embarrassing her - applied to be head girl, but got rejected because of her attendance - has at least 5 hair bobbles on her person at all time, because her biology teacher gives them a lot of practicals and goes mad if you don't tie your hair back - absolutely despises assemblies

EGBERT BABB-DAILEY - used to be a roadman, but pulled his act together at the end of year 11 and managed to pass all of his GCSEs (everybody was very proud of him) - "You're actually such a beg." - in year 13 and took German, Maths and Economics A-levels - student librarian because he feels bad for the amount of chaos he used to cause to the actual librarians - his teachers chose his GCSEs for him, because he really just didn't care and got good grades in everything anyways (ended up in RE, Drama, German and Triple Science) - pushes in line in the canteen because he's a sixth former and therefore priority /hj (the teachers love him, so he doesn't get in trouble) - gets in trouble for being on his phone in the lower school - has at least 5 hair bobbles of Samantha's all the time, just in case she loses hers - his mum is an ICT teacher so he always goes and hangs out in her classroom - lives next door to Peter Stephen and is always late because he has to walk Peter to school, and Peter is always late

ALEXANDER XAVIER - Economics/Woodwork teacher and year 8 tutor - "If you swing on that chair you'll fall backwards and smash your head open. I saw it happen!" - strict, but most of the students love him - when he has to give an assembly, he mysteriously goes off sick - whenever Egbert comes over to see Samantha, it turns into a tutoring session - never immediately tells people the answers, and will stare at them until they at least say something - comes into school very early to set things up, and Sally usually goes in earlier with him

THOMASIN XAVIER - part time drama teacher (has dizzy spells which means she has to take time out) - "Uh, girls! This isn't a salon!" - loved by students who have her for A-Level/GCSE but those who only have her because they're forced to despise her lessons - lets you eat in her class as long as you have brought enough for everyone and are actually doing work (she will check) - takes note of which students are comfortable performing vs those who aren't and acts accordingly - comes into school later than her husband, and Samantha drives her in

[jakesfuturewife]

bff! jake who texts you all day every day whenever you’re not physically with him.

bff! jake who plans a shopping trip once every month with you and the rest of your friend group.

bff! jake who goes full out on your birthday, getting a custom cake, tickets to an escape room you’d always wanted to try, two gifts, and a reservation to your favorite restaurant.

bff! jake who calls you silly nicknames like “stinky,” “goofball,” and “kiddo.”

bff! jake who sits and watches your favorite show with you when you get sad.

bff! jake who sits on facetime talking with you for three hours whenever he has something new and exciting going on in his life.

bff! jake who spent 10 hours at your apartment one time trying to learn your favorite hobby but still ended up failing in the end.

bff! jake who gets jealous when you and the rest of your friend group hang out without him.

bff! jake who always makes sure you’re never walking behind the group by yourself.

bff! jake who takes you to an arcade and becomes extremely competitive (“loser has to buy us snacks from the vending machine!”).

bff! jake who likes to send selfies to the group chat of everything he does throughout the day.

bff! jake who giggles at every joke anyone says.

bff! jake who loves to practice his flirting skills on everyone in the friend group.

bff! jake who becomes your personal math and science tutor if you’re in college.

bff! jake who always gives you a hug before saying goodbye and heading back home.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

A Reader with a visible mutation that's actually Hank's kid!

Unlike Hank, who started showing his mutation in high school, Reader started showing theirs almost as soon as they were born. So Hank gives them the same serum he uses to supress his mutation, believing it to be the best way to give his kid the best life they could have.

Sadly , that also means when the serum stops working for Hank and he goes on a rampage, it stops for Reader too. They don't go crazy like their dad, but they are scared. They don't know what's happening and they're freaking out and they want to go home. So they do.

It's only after Hank calms down and the mess is cleared up. does he think that if the serum failed for him, then it must have failed for Reader. Then it's a mad dash to find the other McCoy mutant. They aren't too hard to find. They're in their Dad's room at home, hiding under the bed while they wait for him to come home, now permanently stuck in their beast form like him.

Hank feels like he's failed Reader. That he's taken away their chances of a normal life, and if he had been a better parent, they would be stuck like this. Even though they can use the image inducer, he knows their lot in life just got harder. So, he tries even harder to be the best parent. Which means he becomes a little bit (a lot) of a helicopter dad. He's got a tracker on Reader's phone, he has a strict curfew for them, and they can't walk home or take the bus, they have ride with Scott or let Logan pick them up.

Reader inherented their dad's beautifully big brain, so they got to skip a grade or two. So while they are a little younger, they are in the same grade as Kitty and Evan and Kurt. They get along great with their new teammates.

Kurt is the best. He's funny, and they are gymnastics buddies, and he gets the whole "being blue thing." Kitty helps them pick clothes out that aren't too hot with all their fur and still look cute. They tutor Evan along with Kurt, and even if he does sometimes distract Kurt or play hooky, they think he's smarter than others give him credit for. Jean is so nice and doesn't seem to mind when Reader goes too far talking about science. Scott is fine with always having to be their ride and takes them all out for ice cream if they get 100% on a test. ( Scott is now broke from all the ice cream he has to buy)

The other kids at school? Not so great. They do amazing academically. They got all As, their teachers love them, and they are on track to skip ANOTHER year. Socially is where they struggle. Being a protégé and being younger and smaller makes them a prime target for bullying. Their beast mutation made them a little stronger than they originally were, and they have some training in the DR, but they don't have their dad's muscle mass. They're getting jumped by football players and wrestlers in groups!

The others have to keep an eye out for lockers and trashcans that Reader gets stuffed in. Jean carries around extra clothes for when anyone decides to pour milk or their lunch on Reader. Extra copies of their homework are made to be carried by the others cause people keep stealing from their backpack. Kitty is working on a schedule so there is always someone to walk Reader to and from classes.

Reader begs them not to tell their Dad. They love him and normally tell him everything. They got matching labcoats and do science experiments together. But they know that he would erupt if he found out, and they fear he would put them back in the grade with kids their own age where they were bored to tears in class, or pull them completely from school and start homeschooling them.

But Hank and the other adults eventually find out. Hank becomes the PTA dad from HECK! You think Edna's meltdown at the annual bakesale was bad? You think Sharon's freak out over her middle school daughter not getting the lead in the high school play was bad? You have seen NOTHING until you saw the rage of Hank (and other adults) who just found out one of their kids has been bullied for months!

Reader luckily doesn't get pulled from school or pushed back, but they now have even more restrictions. They have to come straight home after school. No more ice cream stops or trips to the mall or any extra-curriculars. No more tutoring kids outside the mansion or even speaking to them. He does a physical checkup every time they come home to make sure they haven't been hit. He's hacked into the schools security cameras to keep an eye on them while he works.

And everyone else just goes along with it?! Reader was originally training to hopefully one day get cleared for missions, but now Logan won't let them in there. If Jean's human bestie trys to speak to them, Jean physically blocks her with her body. If someone asks for their tutoring info, Evan will cut them off by telling the person that they should be able to study on their own. One day Scott is sick and Logan's on a mission, so Reader assumes that means they walk like the rest of the team? Nope! Storm drives up like the world's chic-est soccer mom with a mini-van and tells all of them to get in. Don't even mention what happens if the Brotherhood gets near.

Frankly, and pardon Reader's language, it's #$^%@$&!

Aaaaawwwwww! I love Hank! He's such a sweet guy! He's He's huggable and nice and probably makes great tea! He'd be a great dad! (If any of the adults are a parent to Reader (or two or more are) I want it to come as a surprise for a... plot twist! But I love this ask, so let's explore it! If you have ideas for what each adults would be like as a hidden parent for Reader, I am all ears, @sugar-soda ! Do you think it would make a good plot twist?)

Reader gets their brains, their brown, and their beauty from their dad, Hank, a.k.a., Beast. They have slightly silkier or grayer-blue fur than him, they have strong arms amd legs, and they love science amd experiments and all sorts of fields of study- they just have bad luck with bullies.

Everyone seems to steal their homework. At least three jocks, a few cheerleaders, and a few random kids hit them with food or dumped water or soda or milk on them and their clothes. People try to tackle them or stuff them in lockers. It's like a living h*ll, and they don't want their dad to know. Jean helps them have a change of clothes, at least three pairs hidden away. Evan and Scott make sure when they're with them, no one gets an funny ideas or tries to hit them. Kitty and Kurt are good at cheering Reader up, and helping them carry books. And Rogue is willing to sit with them in class so everyone leaves them alone.

Scott or Logan always have to drive them to school or pick them up, no exceptions. If Reader does well on a test or gets an A, Scott takes them and the others our for ice cream or to see a movie. Sometimes they all go into town and look around, or to the park to take a walk and see nature, they've even visited an aquarium! If Logan took them to school in the morning, he usually leaves notes in their bag, usually telling telling to have a good day and to stay out of trouble, with little claws or a crudely drawn animal in the corner.

The bullying gets bad enough one day when Reader gets really hurt, and the others help them approach their dad about what's really been happening. Reader was expecting him to tell them they're being the bigger person, or that they're being grounded-

They didn't expect his face to go cold and angry, for him to grab an image inducer, and bring Charles, Logan, and Ororo and them and the others down to the school. They didn't expect him to join the PTA, or to yell at Principal Kelly for not handling the situation, or to threaten to sue or hold charges against every single student who hurt them or pulled a mean prank or was acting out against them. Reader didn't even expect the other adults nodding along, Logan a step away from snapping someone's arm, Ororo almost summing a storm outside, or Xavier to say he'd cut funding for the school and it's extracurriculars and clubs if things didn't change.

And yes, everything did change.

Reader was no longer allowed to join or go to extracurriculars or games. They had to always be with someone, in class or at lunch or even going to the bathroom. If someone needed help studying and asked Evan for Reader's number, they were told it wasn't happening. If someone Scott or Jean's human friends tried to talk with Reader or check on them, those two were blocking them and taking Reader somewhere else. If the Brotherhood tried to see what was going on, Rogue was telling them to back off while Kurt ported them away. H*ck, they were even banned from the Danger Room by Logan!

It was a bit much. And the ultimate problem with all of this? No one disagreed or thought it was too much.

Scott was sick one day and Logan was out of town, so Reader thought they'd be walking to school. No. Ororo shows up in a mini van, she's ushering everyone inside, and comes back that afternoon, giving pointed, glaring looks at any teens who had been bullies to Reader, causing them to scatter.

Hank kept checking them for any wounds and their clothes for any stains, he gave them a tighter schedule, he gave them an earlier curfew, and Reader was pretty sure he was spying through the school cameras just to make sure no one messed suth them or the other teens. It was starting to feel creepy.

And don't talk about the Brotherhood trying to check up on them for a home visit. Everyone, from Logan to the New Mutants to Xavier to Kurt and Kitty to Scott lost their sh*t and started what could only be described as a mutant dodgeball/danger lawn course from H*ll...

(I lobe this! I do want to keep it a surprise though for later in the series if Readerdoes happen to be related to one or more of the platonic yans! If you want to discuss possible parents for Reader, and potetial mutations Reader woukd get from them, bring them! I'm enjoying this a lot. I hope you are too, @sugar-soda)

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days Chapter Twelve - You

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School au

For the summary, warnings, and more, please visit here.

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You're back at school after what felt like a very long weekend. The cold hallways of Bellevue High welcome you as you shove your gloved hands into your coat pockets. It’s a cold autumn day in Washington. Leaves crunched under your bike's tires, and your mascara started to run as droplets of rain began to fall from the sky.

It had been a day since Abby had told you that she and Owen were done. It had been two days since she'd kissed you. The feeling you had felt could be described in a single word: bliss. You had long waited for Abby to realize she could do better. Even if she didn’t feel the same for you as you did for her, you would still support her no matter what.

The day went by faster than you expected, with nearly half of your teachers giving you busy work. Packets upon packets and simple readings on lessons you’ve already gone over. With Bellevue being one of the nicer suburbs in Seattle, you would have thought that the teachers cared, but those who did were usually few and far between. Luckily, you had a teacher like Mr. Miller who was currently walking up and down the rows of students, passing out the latest test.

Abby sat next to you like always. Her leg bounces up and down rapidly as she waits for the latest test score. You want to reach out to her. You want to comfort her, tell her that everything will all be okay, but you don’t. You know better than to do that right now.

Mr. Miller walks up to your table, slides your test over, and does the same to Abby. With trembling hands, Abby flips her test over and is face to face with her grade. The red “B+” is accompanied by a smiley face. Abby’s shoulders sag with relief; this is the first time you have seen her smile since the kiss. It looks like those tutoring sessions are finally paying off.

The bell rings, and students fly out of the classroom. You shove your test into your backpack without looking at the score, already aware that you passed, and wait for Abby to join you. The two of you walk down the hallways, weaving past groups of students taking up every available space. Finally making your way out of the hoard of students, you’re spit out into an almost empty hallway in the science wing.

Students stand at their lockers, swiping on their phones or talking with their friends. Abby had been so busy these past few weeks that she didn’t have the time to just stop and enjoy life. Between the drama with Owen, softball practice, and busting her ass while studying for history, Abby barely had any time to be social. She passed by the brightly colored posters advertising the school's Homecoming. It was two weeks away, and she had no time to plan anything. It was her last one, for God’s sake! It had to be perfect.

Her brows furrow as she feels something brush against her hand. She quickly moves it away and stuffs her hands in her pocket, confusing you. Abby had been giving you mixed signals all week. She kisses you, leaves you alone the morning after, tells you that she broke up with Owen, and leaves you hanging after you try holding her hand in an almost empty hallway. Abby mutters something under her breath and ducks into an almost empty classroom.

Abby didn’t mind the feeling of your skin on hers; she loved it. She loved everything about you but couldn’t admit that in front of anyone. Loving you meant exploring a side of Abby that had been previously closed off. It was buried six feet under in the graveyard, called her mind. Having feelings for you made everything so much more complicated. You were the first girl she kissed, but not the first she’s had feelings for.

In middle school, she had a friend named Nora. She was smart, loyal, caring, and an absolute beast at tetherball. Nora was at Abby’s house nearly every single day. Her visits to their house got so frequent that it felt weird coming home without her. Abby's dad had resorted to always making an extra portion of dinner for Nora just in case.

Then, something happened. Abby grew between the summer of sixth and seventh grade, and Nora got her braces off. It seems cliche, but their bond grew stronger. They were practically inseparable. Hours spent trying to braid each other's hair or practicing different makeup looks turned into falling asleep in each other's arms. When Abby went home, falling asleep was a little harder without Nora by her side.

The summer between seventh and eighth grade, Nora moved away. Abby never got to say goodbye.

That year, she began dating Owen.

The droplets of water that fell from the sky in the morning had transformed. Fast and hard beads of water beat down on anyone and anything brave enough to face it. The roads were slick and wet, leaving you drenched without proper protection from the rain.

Your bike moaned in protest as you hopped on. It silently begged you to find another form of transportation. The chains pleaded with you to put it out of its misery, but you trekked on.

These past few months were nothing but you and Abby dancing around the fact that there was something between the two of you. Weeks upon weeks of miscommunication and hidden feelings felt like torture. She shut down when you finally had a breakthrough, leaving you high and dry.

You’ll be damned if one of the only good things in your life slips away.

Abby’s house is a few blocks away from yours. The leafless trees do nothing to protect you from the rain as you ride down the sidewalk, completely ignoring the bike lane.

You stop in front of what looks like a home right out of a fairytale. You imagine Abby’s long blonde hair falling down like soft waves over the window and down to the ground below her like Rapunzel. Unlike Flynn Rider, you’d cherish her from the start. Giving her everything she wants and more.

The lights are on, and smoke falls out in wafts from the red brick chimney. You look down at yourself, taking a mental note to take some medicine when you return home, and walk to the front door. You feel like the big bad wolf knocking on Grandma's door.

A man with nearly the same stature as Abby answers the door.

“Is Abby home?” you ask, trying your best to keep the sound of your teeth chattering at bay.

He nods and practically rushes you in. He leads you down a short path to the living room and sits you on the couch. The fire envelops you in its warm embrace and causes you to shiver. The man doesn’t care about the state you are currently in, dripping wet and drenching everything in his home. He’s happy that Abby has finally brought someone other than Owen home.

“Dad, who’s-” her voice falters as she sees you sitting on the couch.

Abby’s dad looks between you and his daughter. He’s seen that look before. A look of longing and guilt is painted across his daughter's face, and he finally understands. He excuses himself and leaves the two of you alone.

“Abby, what are we?”

Your question is one that Abby has been asking herself over and over. She had just broken up with Owen a day prior. It’s too soon.

“Look, I just got out of a relationship and need time to process everything.”

“Then say that!” you practically scream. “I am done dancing around each other. There is something good here. If you want to keep it, then we need to communicate.”

Abby opens her mouth to say something, but you hold your finger up, signaling to her that you’re not done.

“I have spent the past few months taking any small ounce of affection that you give me. You kiss me and then hate it when I try and hold your hand? Talk to me, Abby. Tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it.” Your eyes well up in tears. “I can’t lose you.”

Your last sentence is what broke her. You were right. Communication was key to any relationship, be it platonic or romantic.

“I’m scared,” Abby sighs, averting her gaze, and continues, “Of what people might think, of what they might say. Everyone in that fucking school loves drama. They’ll make our lives a living hell, and I can’t let that happen to you.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

Abby nods and leans her head on the back of the couch.

“I understand that this might be out of your comfort zone. You’ve just broken up with Owen after God knows how long, and this relationship isn’t exactly…traditional, but Abby, you are the best thing that has happened to me since moving to Washington. I’d rather jump into the freezing lake naked than lose you.”

“I’d jump in right after you.” she chuckles. “I promise I’ll try to be better.”

Abby looks at you for the first time since she sat down. “Since we are practicing this whole 'communication' thing, I think you should go home and change into some warm clothes."

“Right.” You get up and ignore the big, wet mark on the couch as you make your way to the door. It had stopped raining a while ago, but the roads were still wet. Tiny water droplets cling onto your bike, a tiny reminder of what you have just escaped.

“Want a ride?” Abby asks, already retreating to get her keys.

"No thanks. See you later?"

Abby nods and leans against the doorway. She watches you ride off into the distance, trying your best to avoid puddles.

Abby’s dad rounds the corner and crosses his arms, mimicking his daughter. “I like her," he says.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it.”

Abby sighs and bites the inside of her cheek.

He can sense his daughter's discomfort. “Look, Abs, you’re still my daughter no matter who you kiss or how bad of a communicator you are.” Abby cracks a small smile, and he continues, “I love you, kid, and nothing will ever change that.”

The rest of Abby’s day is spent by the fire, watching as it dances along the wooden logs she and her father collected at the start of the season. She thinks about her future and you. She wonders what kind of home you’d like to live in. Whether you’d like to move or stay in Washington, as she wondered about her future, there was always one constant: you.

Tag list: @rew1nds, @colbyweirdo, @mylettterstoyou

Thank you for reading!

Next Chapter - Coming soon

[klbwriting]

Finally Home - Jason Todd Blurbs

Tim Sets You Two Up

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Tim knew that his TA and Jason would love each other, so he tricks them into meeting

Notes: this is a request for a DM to have Jason meet the reader because Tim is tricky

               Jason hadn’t expected you to be his perfect match when the two of you first met.  It was a blind date set up by Tim of all people.  He had a TA in a class of his that he thought Jason would like and he convinced (tricked) the two of you meeting in the campus library, saying he needed to study, and Jason needed to bring him coffee.  You were there to tutor him, even though you weren’t sure what problem he was having in the class you TA’d for, but you went to the designated study room, seeing a stack of books in the corner of the small room.  You went to pick them up, laughing at seeing both Pride and Prejudice and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies on top.  You heard the door close and turned around, expecting Tim but instead seeing possibly the most gorgeous person to ever exist. 

               “O, sorry, I was looking for Tim Drake?” he said, carrying a couple coffees.  You were about to speak when you looked through the window that faced the rest of the library and there was Tim, locking the door. 

               “O that little shit,” you said, going to the door and trying the handle.  The rooms were soundproof to keep distractions from the studiers so you knew yelling was pointless.  Tim held up a piece of paper with ‘You’ll Thank Me Later’ before walking away. 

               “I may shoot him,” Jason said, looking like he actually might.  You turned to him and offered an embarrassed smiled.

               “I don’t know what that kid is thinking, hi I’m YN, I’m a TA in his required literature class, he’s doing great, it was very suspicious that he asked for tutoring…I’m sorry I ramble sometimes,” you said, blushing now as this guy stared at you.  He didn’t seem annoyed, in fact the little smile on his face made you think he was actually listening intently to you, and it was nice.  You were a lit major who took a lot of extra technical classes because you liked science fiction so much, most people looked at you like your rambling was annoying and like you didn’t belong. 

               “I’m Jason, Tim’s my little brother,” he said.  You looked confused for a moment and then he chuckled.  “We’re all adopted, there’s quite a few of us.”  You thought for a second and it dawned on you, Tim had mentioned once that his dad was Bruce Wayne.  And Bruce Wayne had a gaggle of children he had adopted.  “He told me he needed coffee, which is weird, I figured it was in an IV drip at this point.”

               “It should be for that one,” you said with a laugh.  “Wonder why he left these books.”  Jason walked over and picked up a couple.  “I mean, don’t get me wrong I would love to ramble about the absolute silliness of putting zombies into Jane Austen I’m not sure if you would be into that.” 

               “You would be surprised,” he said.  “Although still not sure how I feel about that weird parody of adding dumb things into classics.”  You stopped and stared at him.

               “Ok, listen, zombies are a fantastic form of describing the crumbling of civilizations without blaming a specific group of people for the crumbling…” and that started what turned into a three-hour discussion about books while locked in a study room at Gotham university.  By the time Tim remembered to come back and let you guys out you had exchanged numbers and were planning on meeting at a bookstore, and you had a list of books that Jason needed to read and he had a list that you had to get. 

               “Thanks Tim,” Jason said as he slung an arm around his brother’s shoulder, waving to you as you headed towards your apartment.  Tim smiled, proud of himself.

               “I knew you two would fall in love, next time you see her can you tell her to grade my symbolism paper nicely?”

[sp-by-april]

a Nichole headcanons part 2 ? 🥹 I loved the one you made!

Omg thank you!!

🌻 [Part One!]

💜 Loves reality TV. Keeps up with Temptation Island, Love Is Blind, and RuPaul's Drag Race religiously. Loudly narrates episodes in the group chat. Has definitely gotten into full-blown arguments over who should've gone home.

💜 Her friendship with Bebe is real but lowkey competitive. They both clock each other’s outfits and grades without saying a word. The tension is stylish.

💜 She's the one who starts the annual Friendsgiving tradition. She organizes it, makes cute name cards, and bullies everyone into dressing nice.

💜 Absolutely annihilates the boys in debate club. She doesn't even do debate club... She just shows up once in a while to wreck Kyle or Tolkien when they're getting too smug.

💜 Unflinchingly direct when she needs to be. She won't humiliate you, but she will gather you politely with a smile and facts. Cartman secretly fears her.

💜 Tutors Ike in math sometimes, which freaks Kyle out because Ike starts quoting her like she's a goddess. ("Nichole says...") She doesn't notice. Kyle seethes.

💜 Clyde once asked her out in ninth grade and she laughed for a solid minute. Not in a cruel way, just like, Oh honey. No.

💜 Actually really likes science. Could've been a STEM girlie but chose cheer and TTRPGs. Still helps the squad pass biology with her color-coded flashcards.

💜 Her hair is always cute as hell. Curls, braids, twist-outs— whatever it is, she's serving. She gets compliments from friends, teachers and enemies alike.

💜 Very invested in everyone's mental health. Sends her friends breathing exercises, notes, or TikToks that say "drink water and stop texting your ex!"

💜 Kenny is her comfort person, but not in a codependent way. He's the first to notice if she's off her game, and she's the first to drag him out of a slump with tea and a quietly direct "Shut up and sit in the sun,"

[prismaticpichu]

Miscellaneous FF7 Floofcanons To Heal Me From Rebirth 💕

• Zack, unsure of how to properly use chopsticks just sticks them in his mouth and pretends to be a walrus. Angeal tells him to have some respect just before Sephiroth picks up his own chopsticks and imitates Zack

• Genesis, quietly reciting Loveless lines to Sephiroth as the man lays ill in bed. There’s a steaming bowl of soup on the nightstand that Angeal just brought in. Gradually, Sephiroth begins to fall asleep in the presence of his two treasured friends. Friends who had been gone all week on a mission, all the way across the continent, and now were back safe and sound by his side.

• Zack, bringing Aerith a handmade Cactuar plushie for her birthday and then proceeding to do the Dance™️

• Zack and Cloud, having claimed a table in the mess hall that they eat at every day together. Zack is often invited to sit with his posse of other SOLDIER buddies, but always chooses to stay right there with Cloud. The two share a bucket of french fries every Friday.

• Lazard, having access to the files, sending out a mass email to everyone in ShinRa informing people that it’s Sephiroth’s birthday; everyone chips in to throw a surprise party for their general—all orchestrated by Genesis and Angeal, who keep Sephiroth out of the base by taking him on a picnic

• Sephiroth and Zack, devising a plan where Seph secretly stitches Zack’s clothes back together every time he rips something on a mission. He always makes sure to mend the uniform before Angeal ever finds out.

• Cloud, writing anonymous appreciation letters to Sephiroth that he asks Zack to deliver; Zack delivers them personally, and Sephiroth always writes back thank you notes for Zack to deliver back

• Angeal and Genesis, getting Sephiroth a little fish to brighten up his office. Sephiroth names the animal “Yūjō”, which translates to “friendship.”

• Angeal and Genesis and Sephiroth, rotating between their apartments each Saturday for movie night. When Angeal invites Zack into the friend group, he added the tradition of bringing candy and soda.

• Angeal and Genesis, always making sure their schedule is clear on Mother’s Day so they can stay by Sephiroth’s side. The first time Genesis and Angeal used their permission to deny a mission as a First was so they could be with their friend that day.

• Angeal, always making sure to have Zack’s favorite dinner prepared for whenever he returns from missions. Genesis always makes sure the TV remote is free while Sephiroth greets Zack in the hallway. He asks for his usual “secret Zack hug”, and the two only go inside once it’s been given.

• Angeal and Sephiroth & Genesis, all tutoring Zack to give Zack the education he missed out on when he ran away from home at age 13. Genesis focuses on art and literature, Angeal focuses on history, and Sephiroth focuses on math and science.

• Tseng, delivering Zack a hefty check on his birthday with a little note that reads “SOLDIERs really should be paid equal”

• Zack, putting up a bulletin board over his bed that reads “Home”. Over his time at ShinRa, the sparse photos of his parents and childhood are gradually joined by photos from missions and his fondest memories with Genesis, Angeal, Sephiroth, Cloud, Kunsel, the Turks, and all his other treasured friends

• Zack and Sephiroth, cocooned in each other’s arms as they lie in bed together. Their heads are touching, their eyes are closed. And in that delicate moment Zack mumbles, “you and me, Seph…” To which Sephiroth softly completes with, “forever.”

This has been your friendly dose of Pichu. Hope you have a wonderful night! <3

[velvetures]

May I RQ a reader who is trying to learn their language to help them feel more comfortable, but feels insecure due to them not really being fluent? They mispronounce and misuse the slangs in context, but hopes they can make the boys see the effort they are trying to go through for them.

Lessons In Miscommunication

A/N: Hi doll, I hope you don't mind me using König for this one. I've got a lot of experience with Spanish irl, but that's not super applicable here, haha. To anyone who's German... please forgive me. 🤍 Summary: You're on comms during a mission getting a small lesson in König's language while waiting for your next orders from HQ. Things get complicated, and there's a language and culture barrier that makes things... challenging. T/W: canonical warfare, cursing, non-fluent use of German, flirting, feelings, and some other stuff probably. Not proofread, as always.

To put it simply, you didn't expect just how difficult it would be to learn a new language in your twenties. Sure the science spoke to the provable trouble you would have compared to a much younger version of yourself, but for all meaningful purposes, you really didn't think it would be this nuanced. And while Spanish, French, and other languages were of great importance, there wasn't anyone who could teach you those. The one person around was König, and he spoke German.

When you'd approached the topic nearly eight months ago, he'd been honestly shocked and surprised that you'd come to him in the first place and secondly that you thought he would be a good teacher. He was often thought of as reliable as a Colonel, but giving you suitable enough tutoring in German to be conversational was nothing short of uncharted territory for the pair of you. This made for very interesting moments in and outside of missions as well as a few times where it would've been better if you'd used an online app or something to keep from unintentionally embarrassing yourself.

Posted almost two miles away from the Colonel on a rocky outcropping overlooking a small encampment of a radical terrorist group, you laid on the hillside with a rifle and radio trying to pass the time between now and when you'd get the call to secure the site. The men and women down below were only one small stop-off point for a far larger caravan of armored trucks and a few tanks carrying supplies and weaponry toward the closest city of Almazra. It was a threat that couldn't come to fruition if the buildings and people still living there were to be left standing by the end of the week.

On the other end of the two-mile distance was König and a selected squad of men who were waiting just as impatiently as you were to not only get this mission over with but to get out of the damn desert heat. For security's sake, you knew you should be keeping the airways clear for any kind of information about the insurgent's movements, but König had insisted that this would be a perfect opportunity for you to get some practice in without losing focus of the task at hand. Your job at the moment was to keep eyes on the encampment through the lens of your sniper rifle and report anything that looked to be of importance.

König's definition of what was important could be easily debatable, yet it did ensure that you could make simple connections between real-world objects and the German words or phrases that matched. Whether or not the Colonel realized it or not, both of you had slightly gotten off the target of what you were supposed to be talking about and wandered into the more... personal aspects of things. Specifically just how bad you wanted to be home after nearly a full month away from American soil and your personal home.

"Ich habe für immer Fernweh," Your accent was certainly progressing, at least in the Colonel's mind, but he wasn't quite sure exactly what you meant by that.

"Was meinst du damit? Kannst du es dieses Mal auf Englisch sagen?"

His voice sounded a little confused and more than a tinge humored at the way you'd sounded so... formal. Even diplomatic to a degree. It was one of the more difficult parts of teaching you. Dialects, slang, and even simple English-to-German translations didn't always have a very direct or clear answer. Often it meant that you would say something with full intention and innocent honesty, and König would have to keep himself from chuckling. Most of the men he worked alongside didn't speak for one reason or another, so getting to hear at least one person -especially you- made the near and far miscommunication more than worth the effort.

Looking through your scope at a group of five sitting around a small fire, you sigh a bit, trying to think of how to explain yourself.

"I meant I'm feeling homesick," You mutter a little more quietly than necessary, almost as if saying it in English was broadcasting your secret while German somehow kept it from being found out. "What did you hear me say?"

König chuckled, his laugh vibrating in the speakers of your comm quite nicely. "You said you have wanderlust forever," You could hear him smiling from the other end. "It's okay, sometimes the words don't always mean exactly what you think they do. I had the same problem when I learned English." For a moment he paused, laughing softly again. "I still can't say Squirrel... properly."

"Vielleicht habe ich doch Lust auf etwas..." You mutter a bit frustrated and somewhat skarkily under your breath, making a small jab at wordplay not thinking that König could hear you over the radio or that he'd be more shocked to hear you say such a thing.

The radio stays silent for a long few minutes, almost tricking you into believing that you'd been safe in making your comment under your breath without any audible witnesses. Only on the other end, the Colonel was struggling between the actual meaning behind your words, the way it sounded so damn sexy... and how he was supposed to actually answer you without sounding too affected by something as simple as your voice.

"Se-Sergeant..." His voice sounded a little weak, much in the same way it did when he was in an uncomfortable social situation. "What did you just say?"

Instantly your body tensed up from fingers to toes and you felt a shock of heat roll through you. König heard you. Right away you assumed by the growl in his question that you were going to be in for some kind of punishment. Maybe even a good ass-chewing in front of the rest of the squad for saying something so easily considered lewd and totally unprofessional to utter in the presence of a superior officer. Your best bet was apologizing, and hoping he'd just let it go...

"I'm sorry, I was just frustrated and-"

His voice deepens over the radio, almost like he's got it pressed right up against his mouth. "Say it again." The command felt heavy in your stomach. "Now."

You repeated the phrase, staring through the lens of your scope with bated breath. waiting to hear what the Colonel would say in response. And the last thing you expected was to hear an almost pained sort of growling sound vibrating in your ears. It made you shiver and despite König being almost two miles away, it felt like he was breathing down your neck.

"Du klingst so hübsch, wenn du das sagst..." A noticeable static over the radio took your attention, but when it didn't get worse you had the mental capacity to translate what König said word by word until you had the full sentence running through your head.

The time between his praise and your response was nearly indistinguishable between seconds and years. Had it not been for you watching your targets moving in real-time through your scope, you would've thought the whole world had come to a stuttering halt in anticipation of your response. Yet it seemed that the world still had to do other important things which included bringing the key turning point of this mission right to your front door with the sudden sound of an approaching squad tailing the convoy of insurgents giving information and callouts for how to proceed forward. Of those, orders for König and his men to begin working down the side of the mountain to intercept the meeting of the convoy and the small ground sitting in tents around a high-burning fire.

"Ich werde später herausfinden, wie hübsch man klingen kann, wenn man schmutzige Dinge auf Deutsch sagt." The Colonel's voice growled lowly, almost threatening in a sense.

There was no telling what would happen after the mission ended and there wasn't a threat of being shot or failing to secure Almazra. What you could count on was König finding you and testing out his theory of all the things you could say in his language they may or may not have been provocative - on purpose or not. Something in your body shivered in delightful nervousness and anticipation of just how he planned on getting that kind of information out of you. A couple of ideas swirled in your mind, but the movement of the incoming convoy didn't allow you the luxury of daydreaming about your Colonel or how your mistaken words and German lessons had landed you here.

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[ppeonppeonhan]

The BL I'd Recommend Based on Your BTS Bias

This is obviously determined by science, so...don't @ me. But if you are army, see if you can spot my subtle references to certain group dynamics and specific moments in BTS history.

If Jungkook is your bias, the BL you should watch is...

Gameboys: To see a shameless persistent doting flirt

Bad Buddy: To see a chaos demon who loves pranks and loves hard

Dangerous Romance: To see a cheeky smart kid not back down when faced with numerous obstacles to protect his brother and himself

Semantic Error: To see a talented artist harass a Type A classmate he wants revenge on, and accidentally fall in love with him in the process

Love in the Air: To see a chaotic twink discover he has a praise kink. Plus, you get to see a leatherclad man on a bike -- hits even harder in the Japanese version. 🏍

If V is your bias, the BL you should watch is...

2gether: To see a pretty boy who plays dumb to get what he wants.

Unknown: To see a found family brotherhood evolve into an undeniable attraction, propelled by the persistence of a confident young man.

My Stand-In: To see a possessive bish who pursues a guy even after that guy switches bodies...and then has the audacity to play hard to get. It was the audacity for me.

Twins: To see a goofy twin athlete woo his brother's nemesis, even though he cannot read social cues and often charms everyone around him with his sweet smile, puppy dog eyes, and eagerness to please. Could potentially get away with murder, but never attempts. His twin would though...

Only Friends: If you simply love mess and doing shit for the plot.

If Jimin is your bias, the BL you should watch is...

Cherry Magic: To witness a good man who pined in silence get rewarded.

Young Royals: To see a talented flirt who has sex appeal and morals -- a dangerous combination.

My School President: To witness a talented singer second guess himself repeatedly, and the boy who has a crush on him help him rebuild his confidence.

Jack and Joker: To see a con artist who masquerades as femme and masc characters in order to steal from the rich and give to the poor, but never feels like he's good enough until he meets the one guy he would risk it all for.

If Namjoon is your bias, the BL you should watch is...

The Eclipse: It’s about a kid who has a lot of pressure to do the right thing and be the responsible one amongst his peers.

Monster Next Door: Because you're very into beefy dudes who act smol, and are sensitive and well read.

Eighth Sense: For its deep introspection and melancholy vibes.

Vice Versa: To explore the idea of what life would be like if you had different opportunities and choices.

Last Twilight: Because the love story is propelled by the shared appreciation of a book that changes their perspective on life.

I Will Knock You: To see a teenager struggle to tutor a chaotic classmate who is obsessed with him. 👀

If Hobi is your bias, the BL you should watch is...

KinnPorsche: Purely because nearly the entire cast served looks from top to bottom in every scene...when they were dressed.

We Are: Because it's about found family and the most loving group of goofy ass dudes.

The Trainee: To see a timid young guy find his way after being mentored by a hot hardass.

If Suga is your bias, the BL you should watch is...

Not Me: To see twin revolutionaries fight against a corrupt government -- the cinematic rendering of a two-sided beast.

Kiseki: Dear to Me: To see a rebellious guy be fiercely loyal to the people he loves while building up walls -- afraid to trust his own heart

The On1y One: To see a grumpy cat gradually realize that his home isn't a place but a person -- and that person is a sassy cat.

Be My Favorite: To see an aspiring singer, who can turn back time, be forced to decide if he should pursue his dreams or forfeit fame to follow and protect his heart.

If Jin is your bias, the BL you should watch is...

To My Star: It’s about an actor who knows he looks good and uses that to his advantage to sway an introverted homebody who prefers the simpler things in life. Representation times two!

Love Sea: The story of an island boy who doesn't take himself too seriously and dotes on the people who he cares about, even when they're stubborn.

Bon Appetit: It's about a chef who uses food to romance a guy who has a stressful office job. Need I say more? Honestly, this would also work for JK stans.

If I in any way offended you or your bias in the making of this post, please know that I have spent enough money on BTS tickets and Weverse memberships to say whatever I want. Lol Borahae bitches! 💜

[mariemarieohcontrary]

Got bored so here's a doodle of my Freshman MC wkfjghsjdheh

She was offered a UP scholarship plus some other universities along with an acceptance letter from Hartfeld when she applied so she went to Hartfeld cause dream school but boi she did not see the drama coming a mile away.

She's called Emma by her university friends but when she's home with family she's called Dolores or Doring. Her friends go with Dory since younger Emma told them she liked her second name better cause it was taken from her grandmother who she was close to.

She was part of the book lover's club, worked with her high school librarian as an informal student librarian, entered spelling bees and PSAP-ALAM essay contests, did book reports for fun, and was really good with the English subject. (her grandmother had to tutor her in math and she had to take Science remedial classes) She only had three local friends in the Philippines and the four of them have a group chat whose name changes with the members' whims. The four went to different unis so they each jokingly trash-talked each other during sports events when their schools were competing against each other.

The whole issue of her parents not affording her tuition became a thing due to her grandmother falling ill, so she told them to just focus their finances on her while she figured out a workaround.

She likes Chris as a friend and she thought James was very handsome. She's pretty reserved so Abbie is closer to her than Kaitlyn, she hates Becca's guts but hates Vasquez even more since he's always abusing his power to toy with her life. (She refuses to tell her parents about this though since she doesn't want them to worry especially since her grandfather had warned her not to join any sororities or be with anyone from fraternities due to him seeing them as unsafe for her)

She likes pinks and florals and finds nothing wrong with that. Will take theme days of any occasion very seriously. (Favourite themes are always Buwan ng Wika and Halloween. One cause cultural and the other cause she likes fun costumes)